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

[Todd.]

((alright thank yah))

Lars was taken to a strange room, looking like a classroom but at same time one of those therapists rooms he frowned now starting to worry a bit, this wasn't good. No way what was happening was good he tried making an effort to back up only to be held again by the guards who were taking him there, they forced him in and made him sit on a chair then left the room, the boy looked around frantically "I need a way out" he told himself, he looked at the door, they would be there probably he looked for windows

[Jericho]

Jax watched Jenny and the two people, his eyes were expressionless. He thought about Jenny's question, What would he do when he got out? He was a runaway, a thief, an orphan.... no one to go home to, in fact, he had no home to go to.... The streets were him home, dumpster tops his bed, and the city his backyard. No one would have missed him...

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica smiled wryly at how ironic that question was. "Well, I want to visit my family and mmy brother's grave... and find out if that nurse had a family. I want to apologise for what I did." She whispered, but pitched hher voice so it would carry a little to Jenny. Erica still didn't know why she had attacked the nurse, what had made her do it? She didn't know, then again there were so many pieces of her life she was missing. A year from a coma, bits here and there from longer attacks, small memories that pained her, or set her off.

[placidcoast]

Place: Aunt's house
Time: 4pm


Cammi ~

Cammi was shoved into a straitjacket. She blonde hair was messy from the struggle with the heartless thugs. If they had asked nicely for her to come, she would have, but instead they just grabbed her and roughly inserted her into the jacket. What made it worse was their mood- angry. Cammi hated anger, it made her angry too, and it made her want to fight back even more than normal. Thats how she gave the biggest one a black eye and a broken nose. The straitjacet was supposed to keep her from huting herself, but really all it was doing was making her upset and even angrier.



Edwin ~

The men took Cammi. The men are not alowed to touch Cammi. Cammi was his. Edwin yowled and tried to bodyslam one of them but the bad men just flicked him off like a fly. The men were hurting Cammi. Cammi hit one of them in the nose and made it bleed. Edwin smiled. Edwin was mad at the men for touching and hurting his sister. It was Edwin's job to protect Cammi. Edwin was failing. The angry men put Cammi in an odd jacket and Cammi screamed again. Edwin had had enough. He yelled a curse at the men and jumped at them with no fear for his own saftey and tackled a smaller man, catching him by supprise. Cammi kicked backwards, catching the biggest man behind the knee, making him fall. Edwin was happy.

Edwin ran towards Cammi as the other man looked at the small man that Edwin had threw to the ground. He reached Cammi and tried to undo the jacket but Cammi made him stop. Edwin stopped. He did not want to make Cammi mad. Cammi looked sad.

"Edwin.." She said. "We have to let these men take us. I know im fighting back... but you know me. These odd men are mad, and that makes ME mad. Please... please let them take you. They are going to help us... i know it." Cammi looked down at her feet as Big Man stood off to the side, watching them. Edwin had not seen him get up. Edwin could not say no to Cammmi, so he just nodded. Small Man was off to the side as well, rubbing his forhead where it had probobly hit the ground. Other Man was beside Small Man, his hand on Small Man's shoulder whispering something in his ear. Smal Man nodded and gestured to Big Man who said,

"Alright kiddies, lets go. Out the door. Now." Cammi looked at him once more and smiled sadly before walking out the door with Big Man, Edwin followed close behind and Small Man and Other Man were behind him.


Cammi ~

After talking with Edwin, the men calmed down enough to let her walk by herself. After that, the tention in the small living room at her and Edwin's Aunt's house was calmed enough that the rage inside Cammi was down to a manageble level. Poor Edwin, thought Cammi, He is so confused.

The men led her and her brother outside where a black van was waiting. It had no windows exept the windshield and the front passenger and driver side windows. The men led Cammi and Edwin to the back and opened the door to a pitch black interior. Cammi got in, with difficulty because she could not use her hands to propel her bod into the van. Edwin just got in with a nutural expression on his face and sat beside Cammi. The men closed the door and several locks clicked. Cammi sat up and put her head on her brothers shoulder. Ewin wrapped is arms around her and they sat there, listining to the sound of the van as it rumbled and bumped along the road to insanity. ~


((Oh my, that was the longest RP post i have ever wrote!! ))

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

Antonio thought for a moment, remembering what him and Erica had been talking about only a few minutes ago. "Where ever Erica goes... then to see my own family, if anyone's left." He said rather hesitantly, he wasn't going to let Erica get hurt, he had already let his father down, he wasn't going to lose her. He was too sunk into his thoughts though to realize the small smile and startled expression that came onto Ezvar's face, there was something in there heads he hadn't anticipated, but it was making things click. Jenny took another deep breath, reading the next question very clearly. "How many times have you lost control?"

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica looked up from her lap with a sigh, fingers running lightly over her thigh, tracing the scar through her jeans. "I don't know, I never kept track of them, it hurt to much to try and remember. It might be 20 it could be 173 for all I know." She said, voice holding an almost monotone quailty, dark eyes dim as her thoughts drifted, so many voices telling her she was useless, worthless, and ugly. After so many years you tended to believe them, and eventually you lost track of how many times you lost it because odthe voices. "Sorry, sorry."

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

"Five." Antonio said simply, including the first time it had been five times he lost control, went mad... it had nearly been a sixth today if he hadn't had Erica to worry about. Ezvar turned and walked over to Jenny, having a short whispering conversation with her. "Erica I know you're not going to like this but I need you to say what you trig is." Jenny said calmly, they knew for a fact that Antonio could calm Erica down, experimenting this with him would have to be in a more monitored area.

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica watched the two whispering worriedly, she still didn't like this at all. "My my trigger..." giving them her trigger was like giving them a way to get her to loose it when ever they wanted. She thought about if a few minuets, what exactly was her trigger. She wasn't quite sure. "I can feel emotions of other people, and when they get mad, or really upset, it sets off the voices and they hurt me. Make me remember what I don't want to." Her voice was child like, and distant, eyes staring into space. "Being alone in the dark too, and men getting to close."

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

Jenny nodded, she wouldn't enjoy doing this to the two of them. There might not be a way to fix them, but with the two of them there might be a way to keep them from losing it. She folded her piece of paper and put on her usual smile. ""Could you two follow me?" she said sweetly, hiding how much she was going to dislike this. She opened the door back up, heading outside and waiting for them to follow. Antonio gave Erica a rather puzzled look, getting gently to his feet and lifting her to hers. "Do I scare you?" he asked, still holding her hand, he was a man and... he was often very close to her.

[~Erica~]

Erica

"No, no I'm not scared of you." Erica replied softly, looking at him. "You remind me of my brother. Same blonde hair, same kind blue eyes." Her brother was the only person she had ever felt truly comfortable with, and then he had died. Then Antonio had come along, looking so similar, and just as kind, there was no way she could be scared of him.