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Some Day, We're Gonna Fly Away from Here; Like birds. A haunted asylum, kiddies.
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Topic Started: Jun 13 2007, 07:15 PM (666 Views)
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Jun 13 2007, 07:15 PM
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- ooc. I'm stealing Hunni's way of writing cuz it looks so... tiny. And I like tiny. 8D Also, I'm starting off with Nova remembering how he got thar. As evening falls. -creepy laugh- Ahem. Onto the roleplay then, shall we?
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How did it come to this? Was there something I did wrong? Am I really... crazy? Nova stared down at his feet, currently hidden underneath fluffy white slippers. They seemed to be made out of the same material as towels... Terrycloth, was it? Either way, it was unreasonably comfortable as the boy wiggled his toes inside the soft shoes. He was sitting on a couch in the 'Lounge'. It was hardly a lounge. It was just a bunch of soft furniture with no sharp edges to speak of so that the more destructive patients wouldn't get the impulse to impale themselves on a table corner. Not that they let those sort of people out of their rooms anyway. But you could never be too cautious, could you? Other than the lack of ninety degree angles (or any angles at all, for that matter. More of parabolas and ellipses, really), what was really noticable to anyone, crazy or otherwise entering the Looking Glass Asylum, was the use of the color white.
Obviously the people who ran the place had not been introduced to other colors. There wasn't a hint of pale blue anywhere. Not even cream! It was all the same spotless white. It was supposed to give off the feeling that the rooms didn't have corners, or walls. It worked. It was rather like being in open space, with random doors with fantastically silver door knobs that many patients spent afternoons licking (the doorknobs. Not the doors. Heh, if they were licking the doors they'd be absolutely bonkers, wouldn't they?). The utter whiteness of it all contrasted very startlingly with Nova's black hair and puffy mismatched eyes. His skin, however, seemed to rival the complexion of a porcelain doll. It could've been the white pajamas he was wearing, or the medicine (which he had a sneaking suspicion only made him feel more crazy than the psychiatrist had said he was).
That was what landed him here in the first place. He could remember it quite well. After all, it had only happened about a month ago.
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Now, Mr. Belle. Let's think about this logically and start over again, alright? Alright. What is your name? Nova Belle. How old are you, Nova? Recently turned fourteen, sir. Who is your Mother? Maria Belle, sir. Good. Who is your father? Gabriel. ... Gabriel Who, Nova? Gabriel the Archangel. Sigh. No. That would make you- An angel. You say you're an angel? If you are an angel, where is your halo? I told you. I'm only half an angel. I don't have one. ... Right. Do you have wings, then? Yes. Can I see them? No. And why not? Because you're not actually an angel, Nova. No. You can't see them because I can't take them out now. Why not? I died recently. Mr. Belle, over the course of this session I have become very concerned about your condition. I'm going to go talk to your parents now, your real ones, and I'm going to suggest a treatment. ... It's what is best for you, Mr. Belle.
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And that had been that. Of course, his Mother had known. She'd been the one impregnated by an angel. But it made life so much easier and simpler to just label him as crazy, to put him in an Asylum and be rid of him. Besides, the Asylum that the psychiatrist had reccommended was the best in the county. His parents urged him that he would be happier there, that he would make friends. But he was more alone than ever in this blanched world, and the utter hopelessness of his situation simply made him all the more depressed and all the more solitary.
A firey red ray of sunset flickered in through the smudged plexiglass windows. Countless patients would sit near it all day, poking it, licking it, pressing their faces up against it. Due to this, it was covered in all manner of fingerprints and other obscurities. But it still let the sunlight through. It colored the room, thankfully, and comforted Nova slightly. At least the world still had color in his absense. It was steadily getting later. There would be one last medicine round before everyone was rounded up and sent to their beds, where they would be allowed ten minutes of light to read or drool or doodle pictures of Satan. And then there would be a huge click and utter darkness would settle upon the whole of the place.
Nova shuddered, thinking about it. In his little padded room, he could hear things. Everyone knew the place was haunted. Everyone knew ghosts wandered around in the dark, shrieking in their insane, tortured afterlives. It only made Nova's fear of the dark worse, and had given him quite the case of insomnia.
So he could hear every last [size=3]creak[/size], [size=5]shriek[/size], & [size=7]moan[/size].
I don't want to be crazy... I know I'm an angel. Why won't anyone believe me?
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Jun 13 2007, 07:38 PM
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- 'YOU FUCKING FASCIST SNAKES.' Screeches of pure fury echoed down the long, white hallways and reverberated in the starkly white, ellipsical rooms. Two male nurses held between them a red-headed youth, practically foaming at the mouth in his pure and intense anger. Part of this was due to his obvious discomfort: the newest "patient" arrived donning a virgin, spic-and-span white Posey Straitjacket. While the inmate wore beneath it what seemed to be just the papery edges of a hospital gown, it was quite clear that the rotch was far too tightly cinched.
Of course, the other clearly enfuriating subjects of his life, at the moment, were being manhandled ('Get your flithy fuckin' paws offa me, fascists!'), being in the asylum ('I fuckin' shouldn't be here, damn it. Lemme go!') and being considered mentally disturbed at all. This was evident in the writhing and biting and hissing and spitting that ensued after his latest explosion: 'I'm NOT CRAZY, damn it! I'm not FUCKING CRAZY.'
What had happened? Life, of course. Once again, the poor child experienced one of his "episodes," in which his alter-ego surfaced and wreaked havoc. Unfortunately, it was a bit more erratic and spontaneous than usual and, having been arrested for indecent exposure, the kid was evaluated by a psychiatric specialist. In contacting his parents, however, they failed: the couple was dead. His legal, state-appointed guardian was more than happy to send him off to a mental institution, and smiled all the while he was signing the release forms for the fifteen-year-old. It was only afterward that he found out how much it would cost.
No more partying for Riley. 'Fuck you! Fuck you fascists and your fascist snake-pit,' he screeched, as he was dragged into solitary confinement. Door and bolts in place, one could still hear the child throwing himself bodily into the door.
On the other side of the door, the nurses exchanged glances. 'Get some sedatives. Now.'
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Jun 13 2007, 08:06 PM
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Not far behind the commotion, another mess of nurses followed at a rather slow pace. Within their delicate, firm grasp yet another new arrival that had only recently been declared insane. From him came no rebellion, struggling, nor even the slightest sign that this place was not where he wanted to be. The biting, kicking, screaming, and scratching had all been dealt with minutes ago, back when he was still positive there was some mistake, hope. Proof of their coming and going was present all about the nurses’ bodies, each bearing their own battle wound. Most possessed scratches that obviously nearly broke skin, if not successful in doing so. Others’ arms were lined with the bruised markings of teeth, the clear indentations in their skin impossible to miss.
Daisuke himself was unharmed, though sporting the same wear as the male before him. It was awkward, to say the very least, to be unable to move anything other than his legs and head. Then again, what about the situation wasn’t? Not awkward, but rather eerie. The pure, stainless walls and tiles seemed to perfectly clean and spotless to be trusted, as did the nurses and other patients that roamed about. The lot of them looked like clones- evil, scheming clones that wished to only bring terror and heartache upon those that passed through the door doubles into the building’s entrance.
This was not a place suited for him.
He’d still be screaming and declaring as such, if not for the fact his throat was now raw and his arms restricted. The act of talking was currently out of his grasp, as was punching, clawing, and slapping those that watched over him like a group of vultures, waiting for him to even make the slightest of move, to screw up. They surely had their needles ready, hidden somewhere, waiting to put them to use. He wouldn’t give them the fucking chance.
“See? Aren’t things so much nicer when you behave yourself?” One the nurses dared to curve her lips in a sign of understanding, kindness. She looked absolutely revolting. Someone should have told her white was not her color, not when her hair was already graying, and her skin was as wrinkly and ill looking as humanly possible. “Now if you can just keep this up, you’ll be out of here in no time.”
Had the half-breed’s hands been freed, unrestricted by their current bounds, he would have aimed right for her fucking face. Sweetie lies were not what he needed not, especially not from sickening old ladies that smiled like fucking clowns. In fact, he didn’t want kindness at all.
He wanted for the damn mistake that got him into this mess to be corrected, nothing more, and nothing less.
{Ooc: -Is not doing small font because she'll feel out of place if she continues on with big font.- Anyway, sorry for not including why Daisuke's in there yet, and for not having Siara in as well. =/ Will add both bits into the rp later, but for now, hopefully this will do.}
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Jun 13 2007, 08:27 PM
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- Nova simply sat on his couch and watched the newcomers. He said nothing. In fact, he said very little these days. The nurses who tried to strike up a conversation with him were always disappointed when he would stare up at them with blank eyes, obviously in no mood to bare his soul to them. Nova was not surprised to see people come in kicking and screaming, or wearing straightjackets. After having been here for a month, you get used to such sights. What he hadn't expected was that they were closer to his age that anyone else here.
He wiggled his toes again, almost but not quite smiling. A nurse came out from one of the out-of-place doors, opening it slowly just in case anyone was licking the doorknob. She had two little cups in her hand, one with water and the other with pills. She gave Nova a smile and bent down to him once she neared his couch.
"Here you are, sweetie."
Nova quietly accepted his medication and gulped it down without a second thought, returning both cups to the nurse when he had finished with them. She gave him an affectionate pat on the head before heading back into her office, white heels click-clacking on the tile. Nova absent-mindedly counted how many click-clacks it took her to get back to her office. Another nurse, this one a male, entered the lounge from an adjacent hallway and gave everyone in it a fake smile.
"Alright everybody. Time to go to bed."
Nova got up, as he was told, and shuffled down to his hallway. He breathed a sigh as he saw that there were two empty rooms in his aisle. Meaning the two that had been brought it were both in hearing distance. That, on top of the ghosts, couldn't be good.
He entered his padded room, sitting down on the floor and selecting a doodle pad he'd brought with him a long with some crayons. With the anxiety of ghosts, he started to sketch random things. Knowing himself, he'd be doing this the rest of the night.
Even with the lights off.
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Jun 13 2007, 08:47 PM
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- After a moment or two, the red-head in confinement finally ceased screaming. The nurse on his way for sedatives paused, waited about two minutes exacty where he was. With a nod from the other nurse, they both left the solitary confinement door and headed off to complete other chores- such as herding patients to their beds.
It was at that moment that a roar of disgust issued from behind the heavy metal door. 'FUCK. It's covered in SPIT, that's FUCKIN NASTY and UNSANITARY.' Apparently, whomever the last occupant of the cell had been was truly insane: they'd been licking the door in absence of an inside knob. No one paid any attention to the crazy in confinement.
'So, Shige-bon, look what you've done now.' Inside the red-head's mind was a scary place. It was vast, dark, and in some places nearly bottomless. At the moment, it seemed to contain only one thing: a replice of the red-head that sat in reality. He seemed much more timid, however, in his posture and his voice.
'I- I'm sorry, Kikai-san. But, um, wasn't it your fault?'
'NO. It's your fault: for not being in control of yourself. You just totally let yourself go, Shigeki,' accused Kikai-san out loud, addressing the boy in his mind. 'If you weren't such a fucking pussy, and had any small amount of self-restraint at all, this would have never happened.'
The boy in his mind crouched where he stood and clamped his hands tightly over his ears. 'Kikai-san, you're so loud... please, stop... it hurts my ears...'
'GOOD.' Kikai-san laughed maliciously, an evil little snicker that just oozed cruelty. 'And tomorrow, they'll come in here and stick you in the ass with a fuckin horse-needle. You won't wake up for days. When you do, you won't even remember who you are. You'll just run around fuckin lickin fuckin doors with all the other incapacitated freaks here.'
The boy was now curled up in a ball, crying quietly to himself. 'I'm not crazy, Kikai-san. I don't want to lick doors...'
'THEN START ACTING LIKE A MAN, DAMN IT,' snarled the personality that was currenty in control. That being said, he rose to his feet shakily, catching his balance several times as he was still shut up tightly in the straitjacket. With a look of determination on his face, he threw himself against the door with as much force as he could muster. Previous barrage being taken into account, the bruises that had been collected beneath the white of the jacket darkened in color with the renewed efforts. A spot of blood appeared on the shoulder, gradually growing larger as the uphill battle against the door continued.
This drew the attention of a nearby nurse. She hesitated a moment, then started down the hall: clic-clic clac-clac.
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Jun 13 2007, 09:00 PM
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“Oh dear, it’s that time already.” The aged, ugly excuse of a nurse sighed, apparently forgetting the time herself. Her head turned ever so slightly to get a better look at the boy she was helping guard, her lips still forming the same fucking smile. “It’s time for bed, sweetie,” she spoke as if he were a child, or at least in possession of one’s brain. Her words were slow, and disgusting, unwanted kindness flooded them to a new degree. “You’ll have to go to your room now, alright?” One long, bony finger pointed down the hall to one of the rooms, as if he could see that far down the damn hallway. “It’s right over there, so we won’t even have to walk long.”
Just shut the fuck up already, won’t you? He moved obediently in the direction of the finger, not that it was necessary. With the nurses herding him like a small, farm sheep, he had no choice as to where he went. He was no longer the foolish leader he once was, but now a confined follower, given no options of his own.
After too many moments of silence, the room had been reached. Carefully opening the door with a gingerly touch, the younger of the nurses waited for him to enter. Like the obedient sheep he currently was, he entered, not bothering to comment on how small the damn room seemed, nor on the fact he couldn’t sleep with a fucking straitjacket on. It wasn’t like they would have listened anyway, now would they?
“Have a nice night, sweetie.” The older nurse closed and locked the door herself, waving at him from behind it. Thankfully, her presence was soon gone, as was her annoying voice. In its place, the sound of heels on tile began to play, and nearby, the sound of one’s body meeting with metal. Overall, they were just the standard sounds one would expect in an asylum.
They were also the most irritable sounds the teen had ever found himself exposed to. Hell, even silence would have been better than the given racket.
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Jun 14 2007, 08:17 PM
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- The angel went about his daily routine, not even registering the noise in the hallway. Head-banging was the normal ambiance of this place, it was certainly nothing new. In fact, it was much better than the sounds last week. Somehow a gun had managed to sneak into one of the patient's cells. And he had put a suprising number of bullets in himself before taking one in the mouth. Nova remembered how his body had jerked at each shot. It wasn't surprising, in this environment, that he was starting to crumble and question his sanity.
Ten minutes had past, and then the awful clicking sound found a way to scream in each and every room, despite padded walls. The lights went out instantly, casting the entire Asylum into horrible night. It went from white to black faster than you could blink an eye. And if you had blinked at that point, you'd have been quite disconcerted when you opened your eyes again. Nova shivered quietly and kept doodling, switching crayons every so often.
Of course, he had no idea what colors he was using, and it didn't really matter. A squiggle here, a dash there. It was all just to soothe his nerves. And it never really helped. So he tried another tactic. Sitting on his bum while holding his knees close to his chest, Nova took in a shakey breath. And, every quietly, started to sing.
"Stay awake, don't rest your head Don't lie down upon your bed While the moon drifts in the skies Stay awake, don't close your eyes."
It was from a movie he watched frequently when he'd been younger. It always put him to sleep. Unfortunately, the mood was broken when he felt a cold whisper near his ear. He went rigid for two minutes before slowly standing up and exiting his room. That's right. The nurses trusted him enough to leave his door unlocked. And, an added plus, all the doors were unlocked on the outside. So he padded out into the hall and wrenched the door open that contained the banging. He strode right in, letting the door click back into its locked position.
"Stop it. You're making them come out early."
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Jun 14 2007, 08:40 PM
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- The nurse appeared in the doorway with a rather large syringe. The red-head scuttled away from her syringe and to the back of the cell. 'Please stop, or I'll have to sedate you.' Like that would work on Kikai-san. He flinched damn near impercetibly, looked up at the patheticaly overworked young woman and sneered.
'You stick me in the ass with that and I'll bite your one-inch off, dick-chick.' Stopping in the midst of his speech to blow a strand of unruly hair out from in front of his eyes, he continued on in a microscopically less threatening tone. 'I want pills, tranny.' Face flushed bright red, the young woman turned on her heel and left. She returned moments later with the requested pills- but as she opened the door, the lights went out. Kikai-san, for his part, had blinked. He opened his eyes and was scared shitless to see that the nurses eyes had disappeared completely. From her sockets, blood dripped. Immediately he relinquished control of the body to its original owner.
The nurse was a bit thrown-off when the patient curled into a ball, crying. She leaned forward, put a hand on the child's shoulder. 'It's all right, here, take these. They'll help you sleep.' Shigeki, for one, trusted the nurse even less than Kikai-san. He accepted the pills and, since she was waiting around to make sure he swallowed them, he made a show of it, in reality sliding them beneath his tongue, which he subsequently stuck out for her.
With a nod, the woman marched off, content in the knowledge that the patient would at least sleep through his first night. The patient proceeded to spit the pills into a corner of the room. 'Kikai-san, what was that?'
'... You saw it too?' For once, the hot-headed alter-ego was not obnoxiously imperative. '... I'm... not sure. It was-' At that moment, the door opened.
'Stop it. You're making them come out early.'
'What? Who? The nurses?' Shigeki darted forward to cling to (or rather, lean against) the newcomer. 'Did you see it? She had no eyes- she was bleeding, and- do they all look like that? It was so scary!' Tears trickled down the fifteen-year-old's face as he recalled the vision.
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Jun 14 2007, 08:51 PM
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Off in the room nearby, sensitive ears of fox sorts faintly detected the sound of what could only be described as tears with a mixture of conversation, neither of which held his interest. What did it matter to him if some psychotic fuck was conversing with his fellow insane, unstable bastard? It didn’t, and therefore, gave him little reason to may them any mind, though such was easier said than done. With few other noises, or rather none at all entering into the padded walls, there was nothing else to focus on. It was by accident his listened in, as a result, barely catching a few words here and there.
“… Making them come out…”
“… See it? … Bleeding, … do they all look like that?”
It was too hard to make out anything coherent from the mess of scrambled words, if there was anything coherent about them in the first place. If it was one person or two, he also found hard telling, though something seemed to suggest two. In fact, the first of the voices almost sound, or perhaps felt familiar in a sort, though how, and why, he certainly didn’t know.
Fuck, they really are all insane here… he concluded, closing his eyes, forgetting the feeling of familiarity. The darkness did little to help the situation, making him realize the noises only more. When trying to sleep, it sure as hell was difficult with excess talking.
Finally annoyed enough by the two nearby, Daisuke kicked the wall separating the two rooms harshly, not caring if any of the fucking nurses heard. “Shut the fucking hell up,” he managed, still with the same raw throat. The words were obviously forced and strained, though they reached the point across all the same.
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Jun 16 2007, 04:11 PM
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- The angel said nothing, simply stared at his fellow patient with an apathetic glare. He put his index finger to his lips, looking sideways over his shoulder.
Shut the fucking hell up.
A glazed look of remembrance creeped into Nova's eyes, but only for a moment. A name was on his tongue, he recognized the voice, but his mind did not want to register it. It muscled the name out of the way, cast it aside, made sure that it wouldn't bother him anymore. After Daisuke had finished his outburst, Nova looked back over to Shigeki, this time with a more caring glance.
"It depends. They can look like whatever they want. They're all pretty scary, but mostly harmless. Except for a few..." He trailed off, looking down at a bruise on his left arm meaningfully. He straightened up instantly as the chilly whisper returned. He walked towards Shige-bon, pushing him up against the soft walls and gesturing him to crouch down. He did the same next to his new acquaintance, breathing in shakily. A curling smoke slid underneath the door, weaving its way into a humanesque form. It was big, hulking, and more than just a little menacing.
"This one's not very... nice." Nova gulped. And, in return to the foxboy's earlier comment, he raised his voice and shouted back.
"SHUT UP YOURSELF. You'll only make him angrier!"
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Jun 16 2007, 05:15 PM
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- To be honest, Nova's initial, slightly less than loving expression had withered Shigeki's soul. He'd squirmed his way backwards, towards the wall but not quite to it. He was just noticing the blood spot on his shoulder, how large and warm it was and how it was spreading down his back when the patient before him spoke again. The sentence, however, did not much more than confuse Shigeki to no end. Kikai-san... what's he saying? I don't get it. The nurses here? Something about them... The alter-ego hissed back, Shut the fuck up and listen, moron. He's still talking.
'Oh...'
Indeed, when Shigeki began to pay attention to the world again, he was pressed up against a wall. The boy panicked, then realised that his fellow inmate meant him no harm- in fact, was motioning him to crouch and seemed a tad distressed himself. In an attempt to do as he was told, the red-head toppled onto his side, landing smack on the hamburger meat of a shoulder Kikai-san had created not five minutes ago. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a small whimper. Open your eyes, damn it- there's something- he's talking!
'SHUT UP YOURSELF. You'll only make him angrier!'
Shigeki opened his eyes and bit his lip. 'Shh, Kikai-san.' Before him stood a hulking being, not quite human, but... what else could it be described as? It took everything the youth had to restrain himself from crying again. Obviously, he was not a particularly brave child. In fact, he was just grateful for some kind of company at the moment.
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Across the hall from the Lounge was the Nurse's Station, more of a Employee's Only type of place, but with less company provided perks and a few more duties to be done. Such as: the more sane of the patients would line up at the counter in the mornings to recieve their medications (as well as in the afternoons). Also, patients restricted to the ward would have to get meals from the nurses here. this was over half of the patients in this particular ward, as the slightly more crazy ones were dumped here, with the slightly more experienced nurses.
However, there were some patients that could leave and go to the cafeteria with an escort. These patients included those without an official diagnosis yet, those who were on the path to recovery and had been doing well for a while, and those who just weren't really that crazy to begin with.
Ciaran fell into this category. However, he chose not to leave to ward of his own volition. The nurses accepted this and welcomed him into the normally locked Nurse's Station at all hours of the day and night to do as he pleased. He was one of those patients who wasn't really crazy to begin with. Officially, he was a sociopath with suicidal tendencies. In the Head Nurse's opinion, he had gotten depressed, attempted suicide, decided he hadn't wanted to die and let someone find him. At which point, he was carted off to a mental institution- this mental institution, to be exact. His apathetic disposition in general and somewhat eccentric tendencies were what earned him the title of "sociopath."
Currently, the supposedly sociopathic youngster was taking advantage of his privelages a little earlier than he normally did. He'd let himself into the Nurse's Station with a key they'd given him and was helping himself to a cup of coffee. Although the teenager almost always spent every night roaming the hallways of the ward, he'd never encountered the ghosts. A nurse new to the ward let herself in and plopped down in a plastic chair. 'That kid in confinement is... a handful,' she declared to no one in particular, still upset by his insults.
Ciaran glanced up. Silently, he passed her a cup of coffee. He could hear shouting from that end of the hall. Taking his own mug in his hand, he sipped casually, hanging his head out the large window and staring down at the end of the hallway. There is no real explanation as to why the boy has never seen the ghosts of Looking Glass Asylum. Perhaps he doesn't believe in ghosts. Maybe, he just doesn't care.
He brushed a lock of stark white hair in front of his face to cover the hypopigmentation on his jaw. Someone's slightly self-conscious.
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||OoC: Brought in Ciaran, finally. Robin, if you'd like to make Siara the Head Nurse of the ward, I think that would be a mighty interesting position for her. xDDD||
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Jun 16 2007, 08:05 PM
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By now, the concept of sleep was no longer occupying the young half-breed’s mind. He had already accepted within the few moments that managed to pass that sleep was something either not possible within the padded walls of the asylum, unless one was drugged or medicated, or it was something which was rarely achieved by one’s own self. This was fine for now, given he had something with which to occupy himself with, for as long as those within the room beside his continued to cause such annoying commotion. It gave him something to do, other than sit and stare blankly at the cold, metal door he currently faced.
“Who the hell are you talking about?” The response was louder than the first, clearly the result of rising anger. Who the hell did the bastard next door think he was to be telling him to shut up? He had done nothing, as far as he was concerned, except politely ask them to silence themselves, though his standards for ‘polite’ were naturally quite low. “Who the fuck am I going to upset by talking besides the bitchy nurses?” Speaking of the nurses, where were they? Didn’t they care that some patients were shouting back and forth when sleep was supposed to be the current goal at hand?
They’re probably used to it, aren’t they? It wouldn’t surprise him in the least if such were true, given how many crazies must wake up in the middle of the night to only shout and scream madly within their own padded rooms. The thought of which actually brought a slight chill down the boy’s spine, somehow it reminding him that he was now among those crazies as far as the nurses were probably concerned.
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“Is there ever any peace in this place?” was the Head Nurse’s opening line as she sauntered into the lovely room, making a note to shut the door directly behind her. The question needn’t be answered, the young, raven-haired woman already knowing its answer after working such long hours within the perfectly painted walls of the asylum. Turning to examine the room, it took silver orbs little time to notice the usual visitor residing nearby. “Why, hello there, Ciaran.” Into a velvet smile curled her lips, the edges picking up slightly. It was always a pleasure to have the saner patient about the room, especially during such unruly nights when there was only the screams of patients to focus on.
“Isn’t it a bit early for you to be here?” While it was always nice to catch sight of the boy, it was still hard to miss the fact that he had appeared earlier than usual, not that any of the nurses surely minded. Wandering off to one of the other chairs the room offered, the tired woman found herself a set, one which she could only be grateful for. Few pains and aches ran up the course of her legs, all of which were the result of rushing from morning to night in an attempt to keep everything in order and the mentally ill cared for. To accompany these pains were few scratches on her arms, along with a bite mark upon her left hand. It felt as if not a day could go by without some patient throwing a childish fit.
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Jun 16 2007, 09:47 PM
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- Nova took a deep, shuddering breath as the hulking ghost held out an arm towards him. He pulled Shige-bon up off his feet and made a slashing gesture at the door. It opened hastily for him, knowing not to mess with a terrified angel. Holding his companion's hand tight, he stumbled out into the hallway and hurried to the cell where he had heard the close-to-but-not-quite familiar voice come from. He wrenched the door open, threw Shigeki in, and then shut the door with a slam, panting.
With eyes aglaze, he stared at Daisuke with a mixture of confusion and anger. He was so... familiar. And yet he couldn't quite place him.
"The ghosts, you a-"
A moan erupted behind the door. Nova let out a whimper, pressing against the locked barricade with a cold sweat running down his neck. The ghost slammed its manifested fists against the door, roaring angrily. It could've gotten through, of course. It just didn't feel like it at the time. It was much more fun to simply FEEL their fear. It leaked out of the doorway like blood. Only tastier.
The ghost stomped away, choosing to scare someone else for a short amount of time. Nova let out the air he had trapped in his lungs.
"THAT's why you need to be quiet."
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Jun 17 2007, 10:11 AM
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- 'Ghosts?' Was that what they had been talking about this whole time? 'But I thought you'd meant the nurses,' mumbled Shigeki, still lying face down on the floor, somewhere near Daisuke's feet, or else something that uncomfortably rested against the ground up skin that remained beneath the bloody cloth on his shoulder. Poor thing: for once in his life, he wasn't complaining about a physical injury such as that. Actually, he didn't whine about real pain all that often. Petty things, like paper cuts and hangnails, yes- but things like this? He might whimper a bit, but he'd never come right out and say it hurt. That would inconvenience everyone around him just a bit too much.
'Why... why do we need to be-' Let me out. 'What?' I said let me out, damn it, repeated Kikai-san furiously. Observant as he was, the hot-headed personality had obviously noticed something that these frightened little kiddies had not. Seemingly, it had only taken him a few moments to get over his initial shock of the eyeless nurse. 'No.' To anyone else, it would appear that Shigeki was speaking incoherently to himself: a true nutcase. If you knew Kikai-san, and you knew Shigeki- you knew them both independently- you'd realise what was going on. Unfortunately, both peoples in the room with the fiery haired individual were strangers to him. Then I'll have to force my way out, bitch.
'Please don't. You'll scare them... or make them mad. I'm not sure which.'
Tough shit.
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Ciaran nodded duly. He knew what was polite. Well, actually, a verbal reply would have been polite, but he didn't feel like it. He wasn't done with his coffee yet. To make up for his lack of articulation, the youngster proceeded to pour the Head Nurse a mug as well. To be completely honest, even the nurses weren't allowed real cups, in case a patient such as himself somehow got into the Nursing Station. They were really just styrofoam crapjobs, just like this whole place was a white plastic craphole, but everything served its purpose, rather like the styrofoam crapcups did. Ciaran drained the last of his cup and crossed to room to where the Head Nurse was sitting.
He didn't like the title of Head Nurse; it sounded too formal to him, too full of pompous, phony power. It wasn't that she didn't deserve the title. It was just that Ciaran didn't approve of titles in general. He held out to her the styrofoam crapcup. 'Hello, Miss Siara. Would you like a cup of joe?' While waiting for her to accept it from his hands, the teen took the moment to subtly glance her over. She was beautiful, that was for sure- who wouldn't stare at her any chance they got? But she was also overworked, and in a place like this, it meant things like drool stains on her uniform, scratches on her thighs and bite marks on her hands. However, her skin was impeccable: how else would it be? So soft and smooth... and all one color.
'Miss Siara, you have beautiful skin.' He wasn't sure how many times a day he told her this. It didn't matter: it was true every time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped it somehow helped to make up for the fact that she spent her days putting up with a bunch of lunatics in a crazy house. Self-conscious once more, the boy again brushed hair over his discolored skin. His mind drifted, as it was prone to do. This crazy house: it had been built a rather long time ago. So long ago, that it was built on a series of tunnels for multiple functions. The tunnels served as ventilation, storage for various things, quick passage from one ward of the asylum to another. The grounds here were rather spacious- the buildings were large, yes, but far apart.
This white-haired teen liked to lurk about in the tunnels. He'd often "borrow" the nurses' set of keys and enter them through what seemed to be only a closet in the back of the Lounge. Ciaran could spend hours down there on a night like tonite. Perhaps he'd do so again tonite. Maybe Miss Siara would like to come with him? Should he even bother asking? Why not- it was always worth a try.
O, that was right. He'd forgotten to tell her that he'd put five bags of sugar in her coffee. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
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Jun 17 2007, 11:22 AM
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It was by surprise the teen just happened to be taken with the appearance of the two patients within his own room, the fox-boy stumbling backwards into a padded wall as a result. Caught up the current events, he hardly noticed the comment about ghosts that had previously been made. Weren’t they just next door a moment ago? Hadn’t the doors been locked? How the hell did they get--- The sound of someone, something pounding against the metal door caused both of Daisuke’s orange orbs to widened considerably. Although he had never been within an asylum before, he was almost certain that was not natural.
“W---what was that?” He needn’t be told a third time to lower his voice, the volume of it now at that of a whisper. He wasn’t going to dare question the raven-haired patient any further. Yet, it was the other, more annoying kid that soon drew his full attention, or at least a decent amount of it. Even in such a frightening situation, he still could not bring himself to overlook the obvious insanity. “What the hell… ?” He looked towards the apparently saner of the patients. “Why the fuck is he talking to himself?”
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It did not take long for the woman to remember why Ciaran was her favorite patient, not that there were too many others that even came close. He was the only one that seemed to show any true kindness towards her, and the only one that could turn a day of Hell into something slightly better with just a few words, and one cup of coffee in a cheap, poor excuse of a cup.
“Thank you, Ciaran.” Into her hands she took the cup, happily welcoming it. Although she had never been one for coffee, she couldn’t deny herself a cup after a rough day. Raising it to her lips, she sipped it slowly, not wanting to spill it by accident in a rush. … Sweet she thought, resisting the urge to smile. It was hard to miss the extra sugar, though she hardly minded. If anything, it made the strong liquid taste all the better.
Bringing the cup back down, but continuing to hold it within her bitten, scratched hands, Siara allowed her lips to curve more so at the mention of her own skin, and the boy’s attempts to hide his own. It was cute, or so she had often thought when spending time around him. She adored and appreciated his comments day in and day out more than anyone could ever know or understand, even if he did repeat himself seemingly a thousand times. It was the thought that counted.
“I’m not too sure about that,” she now laughed, looking down at her own hands. “I’m starting to think its becoming quite the unattractive with all these markings.”
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