.:\|ASYLUM|/:. {Invite Only}

[Serena]

~!Bonifaz Detlef
Bonifaz looked at the girl, trembling as she made her way over to him. Why did she force herself to go over to him? He wasn't worth it. Marvelous, now Bonifaz felt guilty. His crying must've been annoying to the doctors, and they must've brought her in. He had let the doctors down.

He looked at the girl, blinking his pale-blue eyes, his lips trembling as he opened his mouth to speak back to her. He fell silent as he felt her gentle fingers on his cheeks, the tiniest of smiles forming on his pale lips. ".. G.. Guhtentag.." He said, very softly and carefully.

((.. Still know nothing for Benedicte ^^" XD))

[Hargreaves]

((...That's amazing. That used to happen with my nickname in real life, because it's very easy to mispronounce, so after a while I just thought, "Yeah, whatever, I'll go by that too."))

Lysander

"Hug?" Lysander mouthed, the word coming out as a quiet sigh. He looked up at her carefully, then half- turned back to the wall, placing a hand against it. It didn't chip or crack. It didn't even fade. Lysander smiled vaguely and leaned forward, studying the girl. She looked quite young, younger than him even, but he couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been at Asylum, so she was at least his age, he thought. She was cute rather than beautiful, and her eyes didn't carry the wild, painful look so many of the subjects' did.
He nodded and held out his arms for a hug.

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ Of course now I'm going to be calling her both. XD Cause I'm oh-so-very forgetful. Oh well.

I like how we've all pretty much given up on pics. It's waay too much work to go back and get those stupid codes. lol }}

Lilian watched him as he hesitated, deciding no doubt whether or not it was safe. Patiently she waited for him to decide, and smiled when he did. Smoothly she rocked forwards and wrapped her arms around his midsection, face snuggled against his chest. Like a kid. Dammit, if she found out her size and general childishness was those stupid orderlies faults...Well, she'd pretty much do the same thing she'd been doing. Biding her time for the right moment to strike. For when a spirit strong enough to help came in. A demon who could be as fearsome as those in books. She'd met one long ago, shortly before being taken to the asylum in fact. He'd known what was coming and took pity on her--not enough to warn her, clearly, but enough to spend time with her. He'd sworn to help her in the future, should the opportunity present itself. But it probably never would.

Despite her thoughts, her hug was gentle and soothing, rather than the bone-crushing squeeze many people tended to favor. Not because hers lacked enthusiasm mind you; it was simply how she hugged. Usually. Of course sometimes she squeezed people to death, but usually not living people. Spirits had always been more comforting to her than people, although she'd always wished that wasn't the case.


{{ It's easy to ramble about her. Mostly because her history 'amuses' me so. }}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Sorry it took me a while to post this}

Her black eyes reflected the white on the walls with sorrow and Aza let go of Brooke, sighing.
"Yeah, let's go." She looked around at the white, plain building and caught sight of movement. Doctors. Rage filled up inside her for what they were doing to everyone here who were, gifted, as such. Gritting her teeth, Aza couldn't contain herself. Marching up to them, glaring at them, staring them down, Aza nodded upwards
"What did you do?" she nearly yelled. The stood in their spot, awestruck that she just, waltzed up to them. "What did we do?!" Aza asked this time even more furious.
"Contain her." She heard one of them murmer and they reached out from behind her and gripped her arms. Aza struggled against them, attempting to break free. Staring one of them down, Aza muttered one word they knew all too well. But they knew how to fight back. They whipped out a mirror and instantly, Aza knew it backfired on her. She knew what she did was only illusions but it was pain. Crying out, Aza dropped to her knees, the men still holding her arms. Her body arched and struggled against her own pain until eventually it let go of her. It was like she had the ability to kill herself. But they hadn't left her without energy. Aza struggled and aimed a kick at one of their kneecaps, managing to strike before one of the men twisted her arm, both ways, most likely dislocating her elbow.

Aza was heaved onto her feet, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this?" She whispered, barely able to hear her voice. Although, she knew she wasn't going to get a reply. Instead, just for her sake, they heaved her into a wall and walked away briskly, her body crumpling to the ground where she lay in pain for a few moments, vision dropping in and out. Eventually she regained control, and slowly yet painfully, pulled herself up into a sitting position unable to hide her terror and rage that ran through her.

[Sacred Sin]

Brooke began to walk, noticing one of the other patients come up and greet them. All of her energy was so sapped away that she couldn't respond. Her lilac eyes met with the other girl's and that was all. All she could do. All she wanted to do. An inaudible sigh escaped her cherry pink lips as she forced her foot forward another step, feeling her heart weighing heavily in her chest as they passed the menacing, white walls of the Asylum, their mock, cheerful, brightness seeming to sneer at her from all angles. They hurt her eyes, but worse they hurt her resolve, her very soul. Everyday it felt like a little bit more of her courage was crumbling away, worn down by the ceaseless torment of this place.

She swallowed and froze as more doctors came into sight, the hair on her neck standing on end in sheer terror. They didn't want her now right? She didn't think she could take anymore. Not for that day. As if in response, her head began to pound terribly, causing more blood to trickle down her face like a parched, crimson waterfall, the alabaster of her skin shining with sweat. She reached out a hand in a silent scream as Aza burst forward, BK's face twisting in worry and confusion. No. If Aza attacked them, she would be rebuked. Tortured.

Anger flared in every cell of her body as BK turned back to her normal, fiery self. How could she have even imagined giving up? She wasn't a coward! Wasn't someone who would give up at the first sign of hard times. Fire licked up her arms, originating from her fingertips as she rolled her neck and let the coursing energy flow through her. Fire was every bit alive as a human and it had to be treated with respect or it would chew you up and spit you out, leaving more than one nasty burn. But she had utter control over it now. She was its master, not the other way around. Fire flared from her palms as she ran forward, past the crumbled Aza. Without thinking, she shot the fireballs...right into the backs of the doctors. A wicked scowl formed on her face as they fell. "Don't you EVER hurt her again!" She roared, although she knew it was pointless. Perhaps she had assumed saying it would make her feel more in control.

[Hargreaves]

((I'm tired of finding codes. Codes suck. I'm just going to post without his name or pic for now, 'kay?))

Lysander leaned into Lilian's hug, resting his cheek on the top of her head. His eyes stayed open, and he watched Damon and the rest of the hallway worriedly, before slowly wrapping his arms around Lilian's shoulders. Still, he wouldn't touch her, and he held his hands away from her back, fingers splayed out like fans.
He was so afraid that he'd lose control of himself. He knew that he couldn't kill her, but if he let go of himself for long enough, his hands on her back, he could give her all sorts of shoulder and back problems. He could accidentally give her meningitis, or even drive her even more insane than he knew they all already were. It had happened before- in one of the tests, they had made him "poison" a man who was watching a scary movie, and later the man had hallucinated, seeing all the ghosts and demons from the movie attacking him when the doctors placed him in a room that looked like the movie set. The man died of a heart attack.
It terrified Lysander that he could do that. That night, when the doctors were done with him, he'd placed his fingertips together and used all of his power to poison himself. All that happened was that his fingertips blistered terribly. For some unknown reason, Lysander's power was weaker when he used it on himself. For the next few weeks, he'd continued trying, and eventually the callouses on his fingertips were so thick that he couldn't feel anything anymore except pressure when he touched something. To his horror, his power was unaffected.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lysander could see the stairs. As he watched, the air seemed to shimmer, as if it was poisoned. He shuddered and shifted his weight, sitting back but staying close to Lilian. If something happened, he wanted to do his best to protect her.

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Her dark eyes widened and she yelped when BK stormed forward. When she threw a fireball at their backs they fell to the ground, unconcious. Possibly dead.
"Brooke! Stop!" Aza yelled and touched the girls arm lightly, getting a slight shock at how hot her arm was. "We don't want to give them reason to hurt anyone. I just overreacted. Sure it hurt but it was my fault. Please calm down..." She pleaded, her eyes wide. She was still on the ground, not bothering to get up. After 5 minutes or so, Aza got up, her body aching and attempted to drag the doctors into a area they wouldn't be found. By the time she finished, she collapsed on the ground with the effort of having to use one arm as her other was dislocated at the elbow. Sitting up, Aza rested an arm on a box and leaned her head against it, her heart pounding.

They would know Brooke did it. The doctors who got blasted were burnt badly. Aza didn't know what she was going to do. If they saw the marks, BK would surely be tortured. Biting her lip, Aza made up her mind about everything. Her head was pounding with a headache that normal people wouldn't usually recieve and she felt as though they were draining her. Slowly, her eyes drifted shut until she'd passed out. She started having these dreams.
{Sorry; writers block}

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ -sits down- Gonna wait for...uh...Damon. -flippant handwave- I can never remember your names so forgive me if I just refer to you by your characters names. ^^; }}

[Hargreaves]

((Same here, Kgryphon, I might do the same thing... I'm sorry if I accidentally call you Marley, too. ^^
Wow, Vanilla, you call that writers' block? For me, writers' block would mean three sentences or Lysander having a panic attack 'cuz that's easy to write. ))

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Haha, I like your posts. I just have an urge to write a lot in this RP}