Call Me Crazy? (Semi-Lit & Asylum RP)[Accepting]

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

[size=150C].: Doctor Smiley :.[/size]

The Doctor looked up in shock as the girl hugged him but that shock soon changed to anger, his red coloured eyes begining to glow with rage. No one touched him! No one! He shoved the girl back, elitricity spaking on his finger tips "Get away! No one touches me!" he glared, light could be seen sparking through his hair and electricity danced around his hands, he wasn't sane, self-experimantation and proven that to him, but now he was untouchable... litertally.
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.:Jenny:.

Jenny gave a little smile at John then looked over to the door, getting gently to her feet she came around the table and turned the handle, seeing... three people, she must have been talking to John for longer than she thought. She looked down at the little seven year old, Amelia, she remembered the name. "Please come in." she said with a little smile. One of them Ali just shook her head, saying something about waiting outside. Jenny gave a little smile and waited form at least one of the other two to come in.

((I hate writers block.))

[Dovahkiin]

Madi felt uneasy. "I'll- I'll be right back." She said to Odysseus. Smiley went insane, Smiley went insane. The wall giggled.
What do you mean? Madi snapped.
He's lost it, the man's like a walking sparkplug. The wall said gleefully. Madi headed in that direction. She was outside his door when the air got considerably heavier.
I don't like this... Madi murmured mentally.
Go in! Go in! Look at him! He's so silly. The wall giggled. Madi entered and her eyes widened. Smiley was a walking sparkplug. She stepped back and lowered her body in a defensive stance.

[~Erica~]

Erica

I smiled, "Well come on then, shall we go eat?" I asked Antonio trying to set him more at ease. I wasn't great at making conversation though, and felt a little awkward. I twirled a piece of my ash blonde hair around my finger.
wb sorry))

[Hargreaves]

Eve

Eve tip toed around the halls of the first floor, each step echoing in the empty asylum hall. Eve had only been here just a few days, but was getting used to the whole thing rather quickly. "I like this place. Everyone is so nice." And at that she began to hum "ba ba black sheep". Eve sat down under a window and pulled out the contents of her pockets: Two handfuls of pebbles. She dropped them on the floor and began to arrange them in a circle. Eve rarely counted the same group of objects twice, but when she saw the pebbles, she couldn't help but count them. They were so pretty. Pink, green, blue and red pebbles. Some were smooth and round, others were blocky and jagged. "One, two three, four. five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!" Counted Eve. She brought her knees up to her chest to hug them and looked at the pebbles the same way you would look at a love letter from a secret admirer.

"Fine!" Serkoya yelled once her little scuffle with the guards was over. A mischievous smile spread over her face and she ducked away from them, disappearing down a side corridor. She walked briskly, trying to look as if she was meant to be where she was.
Gradually she began to hear the sounds of counting. A little girl counting- no, not a little girl, but an older girl using the voice and inflections of a younger girl. That was creepy, and Serkoya dug her nails into Dani's arm, the resulting twinge of pain calming her briefly. She turned a corner, and there the girl was. A blonde, sitting down on the ground around a ring of pebbles. Serkoya slowly walked closer and, with a little cautious wave, said, "Hey."

[.:Adelaide:.]

James was still curious but it made a little more sense now. So HE was the boy in Zara's dream. But how did the graveyard fit in? His father's funeral? No, that couldn't be it. She had said that it was something to do with their life so maybe the graveyard had something to do with Zara. He shrugged, he would ask her as soon as they got to the ground.

[Season of the Star]

Zara touched the ground softly, easing herself down. She waited patiently for James to get down, drowned in her own thoughts. She, herself, was thinking about James in her dreams. Why the graveyard? Why wasn't she there? All these things just seemed to clog there, forcing her to the conclusion. She denied it, rebelled against it. She couldn't die. She couldn't see her future- could she?

[.:Adelaide:.]

James dropped to the ground carefully next to Zara. " Well that was fun!" He said before he noticed the look on her face. "Are you OK?" He asked her with concern. "You seem... At war with yourself." He grinned a little at using the same phrase on her that she had used on him just this morning.

[Season of the Star]

Zara laughed, recognizing nostalgia. She looked at him.
"I'm only at war with my dreams, James. This one of you, well, it's troubling. It's forcing me to believe I have foretold my own death. It's unnatural. It can't be- can it? I mean- I can't see my own future. I never have. Why now?" Zara asked, innocent eyes gazing up at him. She hugged, him, a tear falling gently down her cheek.
"I'm afraid to die, James."

[.:Adelaide:.]

James hugged her back with a slight squeeze around her waist when she mentioned dieing. " It scares me too Zara but you can't be absolutely sure that it's your future being foretold. It could very well be someone else's!" He tried to reassure her. The thought scared him though. He didn't want anyone dying anytime soon. He wiped the tear from her cheek gently and told her, "Zara, I love you and on my watch you won't be dying anytime soon."

[Season of the Star]

"I know. It's just that it seems fixed, James. Your alone in my dreams. Why else would you be in my old room, crying. Why the graveyard." Zara cried, clinging to him. Her sobs cut out all other noises she was making in her despair. She didn't want to die. She wanted to be there besides him forever.