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

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[Harpy•]

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Damon wandered down the dimly lit hallway, moving back towards his room after his most recent treatment. A new scar had arrived on his neck, one that traced from the tip of his chin to under his jaw, dragging all the way to the other side of his neck. An electric shot bolt, this time. He could barely feel it. He was nearly immune to pain now, dulled to it, numb against it. Nothing seemed to effect him anymore.
His superstrength helped as well, though. Who knew what freaky crap was in his blood that made him the way he was; unreceptable to most pain, strong enough to crush an entire person in one blow. It sickened him at times, being like this, since he knew exactly whose fault it was. He knew that who he was now was created by the scientists, and only them. He was their 'state of the art' project, the longest lasting test subject. The one who, despite being partly insane, refused to give quarter, and took all he could get. He still hadn't cracked, and this puzzled the orderlies to no end. What would it take to break down his walls, to turn his brain against itself, to crush him once and for all? A lot, apparently; they still hadn't accomplished it.
Damon stopped in the middle of the hallway, his posture stiffening, his dark eyes tightening and hardening. There it was again; that irrisistible pull, the one that tugged persistently at every sane fiber of his body, pulling him down. To the pits of Asylum, into its reeking bowels of torture and despair. He had convinced himself he wouldn't ever go there, he'd set his resolve to a concrete force, making it foolproof against him following his instinct to go down those eerie stairs that he'd never set foot near. But it was difficult. His resolve was slowly being worn away by the pull, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he descended those stairs, before he found out what was there that was so important to the part of him that wanted it.
Before he could finish his dooming thought process, the tugging faded away. Simple as that; one second it was there, tugging so steadily at his heart and tortured mind, and the next it was gone, whisping away into nothing, leaving Damon standing in the middle of Asylum's hallway with nothing to think about. He blinked, then growled under his breath, wanting so badly to punch something, but knowing that he would also destroy something completely in the process. He hated this; he hated all of it. Why couldn't things be normal? Why did he have to be in this God-forsaken h*** hole? He wanted out, and now...but he knew the only way out was hidden somewhere in the torture chambers. Always so complicated, his life, his existence, his half-insane mind.

{{*blinks at fail post, then sighs* I know I'm gonna get soooo outclassed in intros by everyone else. xxDD I hope y'all don't mind, I'm gonna post Raquel's intro a little later. :3}}

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

My mind is reeling with incoherent thoughts, my eyes are closed. The Asylum is what they call it, a dark, depressing place for placing innocent humans under cruel and inhumane tests. Why? No one knows. I can't seem to figure it out, no matter how many times I think about it...over and over again. It hurts to even imagine what could possibly drive these people to.... That's where my thought stopped, I was in physical pain just thinking about what goes on the their heads. I put my hands against the side of my head, trying to push the bad thoughts away, but the pain just intencified. Why?
I reached my hands out and ran them across my padded wall...so soft. Too soft. No damage could be done, if you slammed your head into the soft coushin, you couldn't feel the releif of sweet, blissful death. They wanted to keep you alive...for more tests. I couldn't help but think what was outside of the Asylum walls. It's been so long, I don't remember....what color is it? What does it smell like? Who is out there? No one knows.
I take in a deep breath, my eyes still closed. I won't open them, it seems that whenever I do, someone gets hurt. They can't stand to look me in the eyes, it hurts them. Why was I choosen? Why am I the one who has to go through this?WHy not someone else? No. I would never wish this on another human being...never.

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.:.Tristen Luna.:.

I gaze around my tiny padded cell, analyzing each threaded piece. I looked over at the door to my cell, and slowly rose to my feet. My joints popped as I rose, I didn't how long I'd been sitting in that one spot, but I'm guessing it was a pretty long time. I groaned with the effort of walking over to the door. Man I was sore, maybe it was from sitting. Or could it have been from the physical test I'd been put through not less than an hour before? I shrugged, and placed my palms against the door.
My eyes closed slowly, and a yawn made it's way through my mouth. What time was it? Was it daytime? Or was it night time? I shrugged again. In a place like this, you just learn to stop caring about these things. I probably wouldn't see anything like that again. Once again I shrugged. "Oh well."
I had so many questions, but I didn't care about the answers, they probably weren't what I wanted to hear anyway. It's not like, they would answer me with a smile. They'd want to know why I asked, and what made me think of this, and what part of the brain I used to to funtion with, and what would happen if I was injected with the blood of a unicorn! It was all ridiculous, utterly pointless.

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[Hargreaves]

Lysander

The blanket rustled along the floor as Lysander hurriedly made his way down the corridor, his eyes downcast. It was the only noise that came from the young boy; he was eerily silent. Occasionally he'd lift his head and look around, his odd-colored eyes flicking across the walls to make sure he was in the right place. Although he seemed nervous, maybe lost, Lysander knew exactly where he was going: not really towards his room so much as away from the other rooms, where the nurses were. If he ended up in his own room, with the tiny cot he could curl up in and maybe be safe for a little precious while, it would be a bonus. This was the right hallway. As Lysander lifted his eyes again, he suddenly stopped short, frowning with a puzzled expression. There was a figure in the hallway a dozen feet or so away, a tall masculine silhouette that Lysander was almost sure he could place immediately.

Damon. Lysander tried to steer clear of that one. He wasn't a bad person, of course, but whenever he was nearby Lysander could sense something slightly... off about him, as if his thoughts were scattered irreplaceably. Sometimes, he seemed on edge and violent, and Lysander knew that even if Damon's strength wasn't enhanced, he could probably break one o Lysander's arms as easily as snapping a twig. When Damon was angry, Lysander didn't just steer clear, he disappeared. Now, the muscular boy stopped, and Lysander did the same. He wasn't sure he wanted to get too close, but he did have to get back to his room.

He steeled himself, drawing the blanket tighter around his shoulders as if for extra protection. This time, he was sure to pick the ends up off the floor so it wouldn't make noise.

Resuming his rapid walk, he sidled past Damon, muttering "excuse me" as he passed, so quietly he wasn't sure if the other boy had heard. He could barely hear himself. Under the blanket and his clothes, his hand traced the new mass of bruises covering his stomach, produced by the latest treatments. His own touch only made them ache worse.
This was what he hated the most; Lysander, who only wanted to be kind and helpful when he could and fade into the background when he couldn't, had the power to weaken. He was designed to poison everything he touched, and it tore him apart inside. At first, when he couldn't control it, he'd gotten scared and refused to come out of his room or touch anything until the nurses and doctors finally dragged him, heavily sedated, into the operating rooms. When he woke up, he was better at controlling himself and had finally mastered it with practice. Now, he never used his new "power." And he never would. It was too late for Lysander to be normal, of course, but he was determined to try his best to be human.

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~Jack Johnson~

Jack sighed slightly,his back against the soft,white,padded walls of his tiny room.The white in here seemed too bright,blinding even.He had gotten used to it,of course,he had been here for...five years now?Maybe more?He couldnt even remeber anymore.He could barely tell the days apart now.Not like it mattered,they were all the same.Get up,get tested on like lab rats,worse maybe,walk through the halls a bit,possibly talk to the 'non-insane' people,and then,go back into the dreaded room.Sometimes he wished he would die,even if it was by one of the many tests,it would be a sweet relief.Though it seemed endless,these terrible tests,which he couldn't really feel.He couldn't feel the pain of them,not anymore at least.Those 'orderlies','doctors','nurses',whatever kind of creature they were,he didn't count them as humans,must be dumb,if you thought about it.Five years,and they still haven't found out what caused him to have his 'gift'.

Ahhh,his gift.Jack's incredible,deadly gift.Could it even be classified as one?It was more of a curse than anything.Anything he touched,died.Plants,animals,humans.If it was a skin-to-skin touch,they would be dead in seconds.Well,exept himself,unfortunatly.Oh,if only he could kill himself,that would just be..amazing,simply amazing.Having those few sweet moments before death,and then it would be gone.Everything.He wouldn't have to take these tests anymore,sit in this soft room,walk those disgusting hallways.But that was only a dream,wasn't it?Yes,sadly,it was.Though,he had never gone down those terrible stairs...He felt like he always needed to though.But he never did,was it because he was told it was instant death if you took a step down there?Maybe.It could be possible.

Then why didn't Jack go down there?If it was instant death,then he really should.Anything to get him out of this trap.How had these people find him anyway?That unanswerable question.There was only one positive side to this,he hadn't gone totally insane yet,not even half.Though he is,and had always been,sane.Just...not insane.But,this was because he practically had a relm of stupidity protecting him.And,for one,he talked to people.That was the only good side to all of this.Okay,but one thing,it was hilarous to watch those insane people freak out.They would punch the walls,scream at nothing,talk to the air.Yeah,it is very,very funny.He would hold in his laughter,of course,so not to hurt their feelings,if they even had any.At this,Jack had to chuckle at just the thought.Though,there was one person he saw often,though he was only half insane.His name was Damon,'Mr.Muscle Man' as he called him.Thats what he called him,at least.Jack didn't have a nickname,but,if he did,it should be 'The Epic'.Because,he was epic,of course.

Jack really thought his nickname would 'The Epic' because well...Hes very 'self-centered'.You see,in his world,there is no sun,its a large,bright planet names 'Jack' and thats what the Earth revolves around.Also in his mind,he thought he was gorgeous.Well,in reality,he actually was rather good looking.He sarted to chuckle very softly again,he probably sounded like a crazy person right now,laughing at nothing,since no one could hear his thoughts.Well,luckily,no one he knew of could.And he knew everyone,because like I said,he is very socialable.He shook his head a little,getting up from the cramped corner he was sitting in for hours.He stretched,and you could hear a few cracks from his bones,it was still morning,you know.He was tested on about three days ago.He was submerged in water for that test,because they wanted to see how well his gift would work underwater.It worked fine,obviously.But,sicne that was about three days ago,he had to do another today.He knew what it was,since he sort of..peeked at one of their charts,and today,he would have to do a brand new one.He appearantly,would either see if he could subside his gift,which basicaly meant he had to touch soemthing,and let it live.That never happened before.The other,would be a normality,a few bloodtests,a shot or two to see how his body would react.

Of course,he saw the time too.It was late at night,around eight PM.He had a while until then,to day anything he..could do while he was trapped in this dreaded place,Asylum.Which actually wasn't much.Jack sighed a little,glancing at the door of his 'cell'.It was more like what you would see in cartoon,where physopaths would go.All he was missing was the jacket.He started to walk,putting a hand foreward,grabbing the handle of the door,opening it,closing it behind himself.He couldn't see anything for a moment or two before his eyes adjusted.Soon,his pupils had gotten larger,and he could see once more.Ah,now the dreaded question.What the hell can I do today?He never could answer it,so he just went with the flow,doing whatever came to mind really.Which was the usual.Either nothing or try to strike up a conversation,and,with once again,the 'non-insane' people.

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[OneSmartChicken]

<~Mary Lilith Jones~>
Lilith hugged the little fox spirit tightly to her chest, like a teddy bear. To others she looked like she was hugging herself, like one of those poor crazy people. Lilith wasn't crazy. Probably. Sometimes it was hard to tell, but she thought she was sane. She didn't talk to herself or randomly become violent, although she did talk to ghosts. Ghosts no one else could see. Maybe they really were just imaginary friends. Maybe she really was crazy. She listed aimlessly as she walked, unaware of the faint tremor that ran through her every now and then.

The fox yipped a warning and she instantly straightened out, pausing to stare down the flight of stairs she'd almost tumbled down. It felt so wrong down there. She shuddered, tightening her grip on the fox spirit as she remembered the wrongness the orderlies had subjected her to. A demonized fox spirit. Eventually they'd let her exorcise it, but not before she was bruised inside and out, terrified and shaking like a leaf. Just to see if she could work in that state. She'd proved her capability time and time again, but they always went back to that. Testing her self control. The fox spirit in her arms was the same one who'd tortured her for--how long had it been? She couldn't tell. Despite that she still drew comfort from his slim form encased in her arms.

A whisper drew her attention and she lifted her head, turning away from the stairs. Lysander. And Damon. Damon was closer to her. He looked like he'd been looking down the stairs too. She'd never had it in her to be afraid of Damon, too traumatized by demons and orderlies to find a human truly scary. Even if he was probably a lot more dangerous than the spirits were to her.

Obliviously she stared up at him, a giant compared to her. Then again, everyone was a giant compared to her.


>Leviathan Katherine<
She sat cross-legged in the hallway recounting her past, hands on her knees with the concentrated look of someone meditating, although her eyes were open. Staring at the ground, or perhaps nothing since there was nothing interesting about the ground. What's up with that hair? She smirked. That was a question she got a lot. She said she'd dyed it. Truth was her hair had just faded over the years. It used to be gray, like she'd just gone gray absurdly early but it had turned white in the asylum.

Levy's gaze flickered from the floor up as a girl passed by. Aka? Ala? Ara? ...Aza. Right. Aza Joe Lai. Her fingers drummed on her knee, head tilting as her eyes narrowed for examination purposes. It was probably creepy, she reflected, how much time she spent examining people. Memorizing them. She blinked at the thought then yanked up her acting skills reflexively, half-smiling at the girl. Younger than her, like most people in here. They orderlies were apparently particularly interested in her talents. The ultimate spy; one no one could detect. The iron limitation was irking them, and the one hour thing. They kept pushing her to stay out longer, but she knew her limits and had no intention of dying. She could take their abuse for however long it took.

Oh. I've got bruises, she recalled absently. Bruises crept over her cheek and stomach, forgotten in her meditation. She'd been thinking about friends and family, about her job. About her training. She'd even managed to forget the latest bout of shots and the consequential spots and bruises lining her arms and legs. On instinct she flexed her muscles, barely batting an eyelash at the pain it brought. Even she could feel that many bruises. It would fade soon though, if she stopped flexing, so she did.

{{ =.= Okay, that sucked. Bah humbug. }}

[Serena]

~!Benedicte Panthère!~
Huffing and scoffing loudly, Benedicte was brought back to her cell. She swore in French, the filthiest of words flowing from her mouth. She struggled as they grabbed her arms, feeling that she was too weak to handle adult men. With a growl she gave in, knowing she'd get back to them later.
"Huh. One step to me without a rubber suit, just that once, and they'll regret ever having done these things to me." She thought, her heavy French accent even clear as if she'd speak. A small line of purple liquid drooled from the corner of her mouth as she gave in to her spit; it always wanted to get out, no matter what. She could try and keep it in, but it would flow out anyway, as if she had too much of it.
Benedicte had stopped putting her weight on her legs, letting the men drag her to her cell, her feet touching the ground roughly, leaving red marks on them.

With another scoff, Benedicte was put into her cell finally. She turned to face the door as it closed. Her chocolate brown eyes were fixated on it, as if at any given moment it could burst out in a great explosion, and she could just run out of it.
No more painfull, electric bolts going through her body. No more curious injections with funny-looking liquids. And no more aching pains at night as her muscles and bones forced themselves into stretching.

~!Bonifaz Detlef!~
Bonifaz laid there. Curled up in the corner of his strange cell, his rabbit plushie held tightly in his arms. A sad pout was clear on his small, childish face, and soft sobs could be heard, yet not be seen, his light-blond hair covering it all.
"Liebe Bird..." He muttered in his German-English language, a small smile forming on his lips again as he reached his hand out to touch the beak of the pink, fuzzy-looking phoenix, about the size of his head. He pushed himself up and tapped the bird's beak, letting out a girlish giggle.
"Birdie.." He repeated, wrapping his arms around the -now stressed- animal, hugging it tightly together with his rabbit plushie, the hat falling off of the rabbit's head.
With a gasp he reached for the hat, letting go of the bird, and not thinking about it anymore. When he had placed the hat back onto the plushie's head, the phoenix had disappeared.
With a disappointed look on his face, he crawled against the wall, forcing everything into his childish smile again.
One day, one day they'd take him out of here! One day, someone that was in this same, bad place would see him, hug him lovingly and give him the parental love he desired. He smiled at the thought, whispering German things into the plushie's ear.

The little, blond-haired boy was startled lifeless when his door suddenly opened, a man motioning for him to come with. Bonifaz shook his head. "N-no..! No painfull thingies, bitte.." He muttered sadly, yet obeying as the man grabbed him by his tiny arm, pulling him with him.
He'd just have to force himself through it again, and then he'd get back and talk with the flying, green bunny again!
Yes, that was something to look forward to...


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{{I don't think your posts usck guys.

Mine are really messy.Dx}}

{{Any,Irid,may I change my female character,she'll have the same name but be a differen't personn,different girft,personality,ect.ect.}}

{{Because I needed a very girly,femine character.By femine,I mean....Y'all know what it means.xD.And her gift shall be that she has diamond hard skin,and when she uses her gift,her skin sparklezzzzz.>:(3}}