Asylum (Semi Lit)

[Simply Emotional]

(What!? Trains are so much better than planes! SO HA!!! XP)

Axel whispered words to himself, no doubt having a conversation with Rex. Verran sighed, leaning back against the seat, his head propped up with his hand. "The scenery is pretty..." He whispered, watching. How long had it been since he had seen this scenery? Six years? Eight? He didn't know, he just knew that he missed it terribly.

[~Forbidden Truth~]

(...That's a lie! XD)

Ronan continued to sleep as Xero looked out the window. "Mm-hmm," he said, agreeing with Verran's compliment. He sighed, wondering how long it had been since he was in the asylum. How old was he? He didn't remember. He didn't even remember when he was admitted into th asylum, only that he had been in there for a long time.

[Simply Emotional]

(No it's not... XP)

"Don't dwell on unpleasent things too long." Verran said softly, his gaze lingering on Xero. "You might lose yourself to your thoughts." He had been down that road, always wondering, always killing himself with his curiousity. It was true, curiousity really did kill the cat in the end.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Name: Skylar Rain
Age: Seventeen, her birthday is on the 23rd of February.
Date Admitted: February 22nd 2003.
Age Admitted: It was he day before her tenth birthday.
History(Why they are there): When Skylar was almost ten, she had a freak out in the school ground when a girl called her a little retarded midget. Sky grabbed the girl by the hair and smashed the taller girls face into a wall several times, before letting the poor girl drop to the ground, where Skylar kicked her in the side of the head multiple times. The girl didn't survive and Skylar was locked away in the Asylum to keep her from hurting other people.
Family/Siblings admitted(If any): Her mother was in there until she died. Only Skylar and the res of her family know why she was in there though.
Crush: Open.
Disorder(If any): Suffers from chronic fits of Mania, or mild Schizophrenia. She often hallucinates and her moods switch quite easily. As if she is bipolar.
She has a rather mild form of dwarfism, which isn't a disorder, though I thought it may as well be mentioned.
Picture(If wanted): Skylar is a small girl, only four and a half feet tall. She has waist long black hair with green through it and her eyes are a rather bright shade of green. She has pale skin and is unhealthily skinny, she's seventeen and she only weighs in the early twenty kilo's.

[Simply Emotional]

(Accepted! ^_^)

[~Forbidden Truth~]

(Yes, it is!)

Xero glanced over at Verran. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, a confused expression on his face. He sighed, then burst out laughing. He covered his mouth with his hand in an attempt to stifle his laughter, although his shoulders were still shaking. "Why. Can't. I. Stop?" he asked, his laughter filling the space in between every word. After a few moments, it died down, but didn't disappear altogether, although it did lower to a chuckle.

[Simply Emotional]

(Nu-uh!)

Verran watched him curiously, but said nothing, starting to play the silent card. It was strange, this boy, and how he would laugh. Trauma was the only word that came to his mind in this situation. Axel continued to be silent, leaning forwards slightly, sighing.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Thank you.
May I get a recap and how could I have my character come in? ))

[~Forbidden Truth~]

(Uh-huh! And you really should type more! Three sentences is not literate in my opinion unless you have writer's block XD)
(Recap: Ronan, Xero, Verran, and Axel escaped from the asylum and went to Axel's old house, where Axel saw his ex-girlfriend. They had to leave and now they're on a train to Los Angeles. Everyone else is still at the asylum. Ayame killed a guard and tried to kill Raiden, but the guards dragged her away before she could. As for where you could come in...I'm not sure. Any ideas, SE?)

Xero finally stopped laughing altogether. His eyes trailed downwards, looking at his shoes as the edges of his lips curved downwards in a sad frown. He sighed, his red hair covering most of his face so that only his nose and left eye showed. "Verran, you're very quiet," he said, his tone a little creepy, like a ghost in a horror movie as he started laughing lightly. He sighed, stopping once again. "I'm tired..."

~♣~

Ronan slept soundly, her breathing perfectly even. The only dream she would remember having when she woke up was about being back home, before the accident that put her in the asylum. She was in the living room, playing with her pet dog while her father drank coffee in the dining room. Her mother made some food, and she walked into the dining room to eat. But as she reached for a boiled egg, her hand was slapped away. "Go away!" her mother screamed at her.

"Wha-?" Ronan murmured, stunned. She looked to her father, only to find that he had mysteriously disappeared.

"We don't need you!" her mother yelled. "Where's the real Ro?" Ronan flinched, trying to look down at the floor only to find out that she couldn't. "I want the real Ronan back, not this!" Those last words echoed in Ronan's head as her eyes fluttered open, and she sighed.

(I'm going to bed early so I can wake up in time for sectionals tomorrow, 'kay? That means I can get on earlier, too! So night^_^)

(Edit: Damn, SE got off...Maybe you could post something your charrie is doing at the asylum and then we'll go from there?)

[Simply Emotional]

(Yeah, you can introduce your charies! XD)
(And okay, good luck at sectionals!)

Verran sighed, still not speaking, even after Xero's comment. Something was stirring in his brain, triggering random images from his past. He hated it, he hated his weakness. He could see himself blindly attacking those men outside of his house. They called him a murerer, they were trying to kill him first, it was simply self defense. Axel was in a strange state of mind as well, nostalga filling him as he sat on the train's seat. It was strange, how things could change so easily for him when he used to believe that nothing would change. He used to think the world was unchangable, that it simply moved on, never switched things around, never went back.