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

[Sacred Sin]

Brooke let out a agonized scream as the wretched doctors shot a thousand bolts through her already exhausted body. The flame in her hands flared until they were reached five feet in the air, reflecting her pain and flickering desperately. The electricity receded suddenly and Brooke bowed her head, body shaking and stuttering breaths racking her body as she felt numbness and shock rush. Tears streamed down her face and the only thing she could say was, "Why?" Why were they doing this to her? Why did she and others similar to her have to go through this? This wasn't humanity and this wasn't science. It was torture, a gruesome series of tests to see just how far their "special patients" could go before they reached their limit. And each test was worse than the last.

"Dip her in the ice water. See how long she can retain fire afterwards." Her "doctor" said to his nurses, a wicked and somewhat maniacal grin sliding across his face. In this section of the Asylum, he was the boss and Brooke was his favorite patient. She felt herself being lifted, but didn't struggle. Struggling only brought more pain. But that didn't mean she had given up. No. Everyday she suffered, the more the will to survive and break out, to be free again, coursed through her veins. She wouldn't take this any longer. All she had to do was bide her time. Already more and more of the others like her were beginning to juggle the idea of revolt and she would be with them every step of the way.

Buckles jingled and straps slapped bare skin. They tightened them enough to bring blood to her sore wrists and ankles and she let out a hiss of pain. She was being treated like an animal. The iron slab she was on top of began to tip and her eyes widened as the soft clatter of ice cubes in water rustled beneath her, the chilled air already caressing her skin and making the fire inside of her burn, as if in terror. Water, however ironic it may be, was her greatest weakness. Of course, she could take hot water, but freezing water was so inexplicably painful she could barely think.

Three. Two. One. She was submerged and every cell in her worn body cried out, fervently trying to stay warm enough. After several more dips, Brooke couldn't barely move a finger and the doctors called it a day. They gave her a shot of some greenish fluid and she felt mobility begin to seep back but not nearly fast enough. They shoved her out of the lab and slammed the door. She fell to the ground, the harsh white light and walls blinding her momentarily and making her grit her teeth in rage. There were no windows. No sunlight. Only this artificial, cold light that Brooke suspected was used to draw out any spark of hope the patients had. She sighed and got unsteadily to her feet. Insanity seemed like such a welcome solution to all of this. A sweet, but almost sinful way out. She wouldn't have to worry about fighting or resisting. But wasn't that the easy conclusion? Wasn't that cowardly? Brooke was many things, but she was no coward. She was a fighter and a stubborn one at that. She would see to it that this Asylum fell to its very roots and all of the da**** doctors fell with it.

[Nautica]

{Hey, sorry I haven't posted. I won't be able to access the internet for the next couple of days or so and even now I won't be on long enough to post. Just thought I'd let you know so you didn't think I was abandoning this and my other RPs. I'll be back soon.}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Just thought I'd say I edited my intro. I was in the middle of it the other day, but only finished it now..Sorry I got carried away with the length...}

..::/Aza Joe Lai\::..

Footsteps echoed on the walls as scientist's escorted Aza Joe Lai walked down the dimlit hallway of her 'home'. It was more like prison anyway and Aza couldn't stand the way it seemed like they were closing in on her. There as no; fresh air... Aza was off to her test. Everytime Aza was dragged into another test room, she always feared that they figured out what went wrong with the one that turned her eyes black. But this time, they actually had figured it out; well thought they did. That didn't stop an ice cold chill from going up her spine. Getting a feeling of energy taking over her, AJ felt the urge to inflict pain on the scientists and escape. But what use was it? She'd leave them lying on the ground and just walk out with a polite thank you? No, this place was complicated. Her mind raced over what they were going to do to her this time and she felt sick at the thought.

They soon reached a room with white walls. The test room. They had been running them on her for ages. She watched with a serious face as they picked up cords and needles and other things. Then, looking up at the ceiling, AJ couldn't help but sigh "Heaven help me." She let the doctors take her pulse rate for some reason then when they came at her with a odd liquid, and Aza's blood ran cold. They strapped her in one spot so she wouldn't move and in front of her stood a trembling young woman. AJ shook her head terrified almost. Then it begun. Aza did anything she could not to hurt the woman. She did it on the doctors instead sending them running, yelling and crying out in pain. That's when they injected her with the liquid. She felt an odd force to inflict pain on the person, and soon it was enough to overwhelm her. Sobbing, Aza stared at the persons eyes and said quietly "Pain."
A sudden fire ran through herself and AJ screamed in pain as the illusion backfired on her for the second time. But thankfully this didn't affect the innocent woman. After 2 minues of burning illusions, Aza forced herself to stop. But the doctors weren't keen on the idea. Didn't they get it? Aza could only inflict pain on people when she wanted to, if she didn't want to, it just backfired on herself. The scientists ran more tests on her with the woman standing being glass, plastic and everything see through. Eventually, Aza decided it was time to just give up and let them do what they wanted. They wanted her to somehow get around the glass and still inflict pain on the person. Next, it occured on herself and the woman aswell and she screamed blue murder.
"Turn on the electric shock." One of them said. They touched one cord to one of her bare arms and a violent, blood curdling shock went throughout her body. They must have thought it would have more of an impact, more force, more energy...more pain. Aza's body was shaking afterwards, sobs breaking out. They ran more tests until eventually they got a result. But it took most of Aza's energy to do it.
Aza broke around the barracade and managed to inflict pain of the woman. Aza knew how she felt. She was tricking their minds into thinking there was agonizing pain. Normally, Aza would never be able to do this, but she had no choice. By the end of it, Aza drooped, panting like she just sprinted 200m without slowing down.

The doctors were, seemingly pleased with the result. They dragged her out of the room and threw her into the corridor, in a 'gentle' sort of way. Aza screamed quietly to herself and kicked the door, her mind blank. She was furious with the idea they wanted her to hurt innocent people. She took a shaky breath, still sobbing, and let her body regain control after pure torture. Turning Aza walked down the hallway, passing people as she went, looking at her feet with each step. Eventually, she reached her so called bedroom and leant against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the ground. Her almost scary black eyes looked at the white walls, the bright white reflecting in her eyes.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

{{Sorry Irid, but I decided to quit this RP. I know I won't be able to post like all the other fantastically awesome Rper's here, but I'll still be reading. Sorry, but thanks for having that awesome confidence in me! ^-^
EDIT: Lol, being my totally random self, I changed my mind. It took my a minute or two but I realized that I love crazy people RP's, and this one is so far the coolest, so I'm keeping it. But I won't be posting alot this week, cause I feel like crap and poop and all that other bad stuff. }}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Aww do you have to? I think you're a great rper!If you ever make an RP, tell me about it.}

[Hargreaves]

Lysander

Once he reached his room, Lysander sighed in relief. Turning around to close the door, he cast one last fearful glance into the hallway outside, making sure there were no doctors or even other subjects coming towards him. The door clicked closed, the noise seeming loud and grating in the otherwise silent air. Lysander didn't like it, but he reminded himself that it was something he couldn't control and therefore not even worth worrying about. All the same, he made a mental note to turn the knob the other way next time so it wouldn't click so harshly.

The room was small, so small that when he curled up on the cot against one wall, he had to tuck his knees close to his chest, both for extra warmth and so they wouldn't hit the white, padded walls. That was something that always struck him as amusing- padded walls. In real, legitimate asylums, weren't the walls only soft so the prisoners wouldn't hurt themselves? Lysander's comfort was the last thing on the mind of these sadistic "doctors."

He sat down on the cot slowly, closing his eyes. This was both the best and worst part of the day. Now, he could rest, staying off his sore feet and relaxing his aching muscles. Nobody would bother him now- usually- so he could get some sleep and solitude and the quiet that he loved. It was a time for him to do whatever he wanted.
On the other hand, the silence had its drawbacks too, and they were severe.

Now, Lysander closed his eyes and laid back against the cool, soft wall. He had nothing to do now but think, and nothing to think about but the recent "experiments." He stripped to the waist and examined his chest, the large mass of blue and yellow bruises over his stomach seeming even worse in the fluorescent lighting of his room. His biceps were in a similar state, and although he couldn't see it, he could feel the ring of angry, raw skin around his neck. This was from when the doctors had tightened the rope around his neck to see how well he could work if he couldn't breathe. They had tried to see if he could perform while in pain. While uncomfortably cold. Overheated. And he'd allowed them to. That was the worst part.

Like a good little subject, Lysander had cooperated. Maybe it wasn't his fault- he just didn't want to get hurt. So he faithfully ruined a mildewed chair, rusted a knife, withered a plant, and even killed a rat. He liked rats- he thought they were cute. But when he was suffocating and in danger of dying, his own life was more important than that of a rodent. At least, that was what his instincts had forced him to think. He hadn't wanted to kill it, and he still felt guilty.

The room was cold. Lysander closed his eyes with a quiet sigh and pulled the blanket around his aching body.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

I couldn't stand it anymore. How long had I been sitting here? Two days...no, more than that. I moved to my hands and knees, groaning softly with the effort. My joints popped and cracked as I moved toward the door. I knew the exact location of the door even though I couldn't see. My eyes have been closed for years, I kept them that way, refusing to reveal the glassy eyes hidden away behind my pale lids. I paused and slowly reached up to press my fingers to a small, dark blue bruise forming on my temple. I'd gotten a shot afew minutes ago, a seditive by the smell of it. It had been awhile since they tested on my eyes, maybe they were planning to knock me out and force my eyes open since I refused to do so myself.
That thought made me cringe, what a cruel place. The 'doctors' here are sick and twisted, forcing all will-power out of you through various tests and studies until you find yourself huddled in a ball, wishing and dreaming for the sweet release of death. I raised one hands to my neck, since my last attempt to claw out my throat, the 'nurses' cut my fingernails down to the root. My skin has healed since then, leaving long light pink scars across my neck. They wouldn't let me die. They wanted to keep me alive, so they can run more tests on me. See if they can actually blind me this time.
The last time my eyes were tested on, they screwed up, and the color faded from my eyes. All the color. They're not even white anymore. The girl with the crystal ball eyes, eyes like glass.
There used to be a very young little girl living at the Asylum....young, and innocent looking. After my eyes healed, she'd always want to see them. 'They're shiny, and pretty like marbles', she'd say. But I couldn't look at her, I only saw her face once. I was sitting in a corner, crying over my life like usual. She'd come over to comfort me, and since I was still alittle drowzed from my medication, I didn't try to turn away when she looked at me. One second she was saying how beautiful my eyes looked when they were wet, and the next.....collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain and agony. She fell into a coma, and never woke up. The only time I ever saw her face, was the last day she was on this Earth.
My 'gift' as some call it, is all but a gift. It's more like a cruel, sick joke. It intencifies the horrid emotions you hold inside. Hate, fury, sorrow, guilt.....all the depressing and dark emotions get to run your body rampid. Most can't take it....they collapse on the ground, they're pained eyes still looking up at me, because it's impossible to look away. My gift. The thing that makes me different from any other physicopath in this Asylum.
I pushed the thoughts out of my head, they were starting to hurt, and reached up a shaky hand to twist the doorknob. It make a sickening creek as it opened. I supressed a slight shudder, and cralwed along the wall on my hands and knees. My tattered white dress, hung loosly on my thin, frail looking body. I must of looked like a ghost, crawling like a mere cockroach. The mingled sounds of other patients roaming the halls caught my ears, and I stopped, turning my head this way and that, as if looking up and down the hallway. But of course I couldn't see.
I was listening to the other people, the irregular and overly strong heart beat of Damon, the soft scuttling footsteps of...Lysander, and the horrified, and agnoized screams of Aza and Brooke, as they were being tested on. A typical day at the Asylum.

[Harpy•]

{{@ -Bluebird-, that's totally fine! ^.^ Thankyou for letting me know, and I'll make sure we pause this before we go too far ahead. You still have your intros, after all. xD Don't worry, recaps will be given upon your return.
@`~AubreeHeights~`, I thought I was gonna have to slap you silly before I saw your edit. T.T Don't even think 'bout quittin' this RP, or I'll....I'll....give you the shock treatment!!! O.O Lol, jk, jk. I would be bummed if you left, though.
@ Dreamy-ness, yeah, go ahead. ^.^ I don't mind.
@ Everyone, here comes RAQUEL!!! :3}}

Damon didn't even act like he'd heard the boy, or that he'd acknowledged his very existence. His sightless, dark gaze was lost, unrecognizing, unregistering. He'd slipped into one of his temporary bouts of insanity, and he could do nothing but stand still in the middle of the hallway, head tilted slightly to the side and down, hands at his sides, fingers slightly spread; looking like some dark avenging angel.
He said nothing, made no sound, just stood there, his mind racing with vague flashing images and loud screaming voices that shrieked and tore at the inside of his brain, whittling it away as fast as it could. Not fast enough. Only a few minutes later, his normal consciousness was returning to him, though his stature didn't change even a fraction of an inch.
He breathed deeply and slowly, his muscular chest rising and falling evenly with the movement, the only sign of his still being alive. He did this often, when he was recovering himself from temporary losing his mind. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop it. The sessions were slowly getting worse, more frequent, longer in substance. He didn't know what to do; what could you, when you were losing your mind in Asylum? It was instantly a lost cause, trying to recover the part of him that'd been lost. He didn't even remember what he had once been like; it was distant, completely erased, not even close to what he was now.
He finally found the will to move, his arm twitching slightly as he raised, lifting his hand to the level of his face. He opened his eyes, and though he couldn't see, you could tell he was analyzing his strength, wondering at it, wanting so badly to end it all, but not knowing how. He couldn't help the monster he'd become, the half-insane creature of brute strength, the expirement that could destroy nearly anything on merely a whim. It tortured him to be that specific monster, one that'd been allowed to live for as long as he had. He wanted to die, but there was no way to kill yourself in this place. And there was no way to make the orderlies kill you. Neither was going to happen, and therefore it was impossible to die. Impossible to end his misery, the misery of others.
He drew in another deep, shuddering breath, then slowly moved on, walking at a pace that suggested ancient sorrow, a weariness in his bones that surpassed even the most exhausted of the drained. He was Death, a living ghost, or as much as one could be. He seemed unreachable, unable of communication. But already his non-insane mind was working, going through various plans in his mind, revamping them, editing, running through the possibilities, playing them all out. He was a genius, but he didn't know that; there was nothing to compare intelligence to in Asylum. The orderlies made you think you were all the same; stupid, disposable, ugly. He knew it was a lie.

~*~

Raquel's agonized scream ripped through the stale air, her body twisting, her back bending and arching, trying to escape the pain. Her hands were chained above her head, her feet braced against the wall behind her. She went slack when the one hundred watts of electricity faded away to a vague static, her entire body trembling, shuddering, quivering with exhaustion and exertion, pain and excrutiation. Her vision flickered and faded, then surged in again in a burst of blinding lights and fluorescence. The shot that all orderlies gave their test subjects when the pain became too great.
"Now, my dear, are you ready to cooperate?" asked a voice, sickly sweet and falsely-kind. Plastic, Raquel would describe it as. The girl winced at the emotion the woman doctor was feeling; sick eagerness, wicked cruelty, twisted joy at seeing another's pain. Seeing the wince, the doctor's joy heightened, and Raquel wanted to vomit.
"Answer me, dear, or I'll tell the good man to revv it up to two hundred," she said, her voice still sweet, kind, and utterly fake. An undernote of cruelty and wickedness, as always. Raquel lifted her head with great effort, her entire frame trembling with overwhelming exertion, and her ice-blue gaze hardened, fixed upon the eyes of the doctor.
All of a sudden, the white-coated woman's mouth fell open, her eyes widening in fear and despair. The pale, perfect hands began to tremble, making the notebook and pen that were once firmly held clatter to the ground, falling without being caught onto the cold tiled floor.
The assistant watched the woman with uncertainty, wondering what he wanted her to do. She was obviously deathly frightened of something, and it didn't take long to figure out what. The woman's gaze was still locked with Raquel's, and with a vicious snarl, the assistant twisted the lever to close to the highest voltage of six hundred; five hundred and fifteen. Raquel's entire body became taught as a tightly drawn bow, arching in exactly the same way, her head thrown back and her eyes widened, her mouth gaped in a silent scream that expressed much more pain than an actual one ever could.
It was two minutes before the assistant turned off the switch. Raquel was nearly dead. Her body went completely limp, her eyes closed, her dark hair fallen in front of her face. The assistant growled at her, then waited for consent from the recovered doctor before roughly unchaining her, letting her body fall limply to the ground. He yelled sharply at the two guards by the door, and they nodded without question, coming forward. The two latched onto Raquel's wrist, pulling her roughly out of the now-open door, under the woman doctor's cold, heartless gaze, watching as the girl was taken away, her head tilted limply back, facing the ceiling.
They drug her down the hallway, and she made no move to even tell she was alive; except for the very, very faint rising and falling over her chest, nearly indiscernible with the rocking motion with which they drug her. She was deeply unconscious, like being put under anesthesia, only even more unreceptive to the world around her.

[Sacred Sin]

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. In. Out. Brooke continued to tell herself, trying to regain the last ounce of strength she had to rise to her feet. Already the room was spinning and the false, harsh lights were making it seem so much colder. Her body ached from the severe tests her doctors had given her, their sadistic, twisted faces visible even from behind her eyelids. Their wicked smiles. The joy that lit their eyes when a subject was put under extreme pain or torture. They were monsters. All of them.

Her blood slid down her wrist, making a crimson track and falling to the starch white floor of the asylum, looking so out of place in the immaculate hallway. She watched it splatter some more, unable to move, unable to wipe the blood away, unable to do anything except focus on making it through the next few minutes. No, the next few seconds. She covered her face, sweet shining on her forehead as her fingers splayed to reveal lilac eyes. They had changed color, like they usually did when she was put under stress or agony. The doctors had always been interested in that, along with her ability to manipulate fire, and refused to miss an opportunity to test out their wretched theories.

A scream pierced the air and Brooke's mind reeled, her body arching in surprise and terror. Who had screamed? Was it someone she knew? Yes, it was Raquel. It was her scream. What had they done this time? That was always the question. Who? What? Never a how could they do it or why. Those questions just weren't pertinent. Not in a hell hole like this. Because why would she and the others be there if the doctors had any sense of sanity and humanity left.

She got to her feet, mouth set at a grim line, her blond hair falling over her face and covering her expression. She took an unsteady step forward. Then another. And another. That was all she would focus on. Not the screams and out cries of the other tortured patients. Not the pain that racked every cell in her body. Not the tears that blurred her vision. A figure made her squint for a moment before she recognized it as Damon, a new scar stretching across his angular, yet handsome face. She couldn't smile at him, couldn't muster it. Instead, she reached him and gave him a look that said everything she couldn't put into words. They hurt you. They hurt me too. Keep going on. I'll try as well. Don't leave me here all alone. Every emotion she felt was reflected in her lilac eyes as she met his. Please.

['paradox]

ooc:

Nah,I think I'll just delete her and keep Jack.<33

Beware,this might be a TERRIBLE post.

~Jack Johnson~

Jack stood just infront of his door,still questioning himself a bit,on what to do of course.Yes,he was still on that.He glanced up the hall,blinked,and then down the hall.Nothing much.A usual,of course.The 'orderlies' were probably testing right now,he had a heard a few slight screams,muffled by the walls.Maybe today was a 'shock treatment' or something.Thats what it sounded like at least.Thats when he heard,a loud,agonized scream,one that he recongized.It was Raquel's,but thats when he started to walk.

He brushed some hair out of his eyes,walking up the hall,just because it was where the scream came from.He put his hands in his pockets,well,exept for his thumbs.He ussually never put his thumbs in his pockets for some random unknown reason.After a few minutes of walking,these halls were long you know,Raquel came out,though she was completely unconcious,and when she paced him,he stopped.He couldn't help himself put to sniff the air,and then chuckle,very softly."Ah...the smell of wildly burnt hair...Unforgetable."He murmered,his chuckle softly ending as he started to walk once more,nearing the end of the hall,and there was a small window there,though you could see almost nothing,unfortunatly.Then he stopped again,turning his to the right a bit,looking at the stairs.

The stairs to the 'bowels' of Asylum.What was down there?He walked towards the right,stopping abrubtly,not even on the first step,and laned foreward a bit,looking down.It was pitch black down there,he was sure if he went down there he wouldn't be able to see his hand infront of his face.He continued to look though,not being able to take his eyes away from it.Well,until he got scared out of his skin.It seemed like bright,yellow-ish orange eyes gleamed bright down there,they blinked,then you could hear a hiss.It didn't sound like a cat...More like reptile.Oh..If they kept like...Aligators down there.

But anyway,back to the point,Jack almsot immediatly leapt back.He didn't like the sound of that.What if it was like...physcotic clown or something down there?With sugar cubes!Oh God,he would surely die.Plus aligators.He might really have nightmares tonight.He shook his head,blinking a bit,turning around starting to walk back.Yeah,he was probably going to go back into his room...And,stay there,until whenever the orderlies came to get him.

When the so called 'nurses' came to get him,he never actually put up a fight,though they still wore gloves,so they couldn't touch his skin.Yeah,they didn't want to die.He started to walk,staring at the ground,he was still kind of scared.Mostly because of his dumb over active imagination.Dumb Clowns..Sugar...Aligators...Then,after a few more minutes,he was back at the door of his room.He leaned against the wall there,he wasn't going to inside,not yet at east.

{{HALF ALIGATOR DOCTORS!NNNUUUUUUUU!!xDD

Oh..Not as bad as I thought it would be!Yay!}}