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

[OneSmartChicken]

Lilith flinched at the familiar sound of a scream, hugging the fox tightly. Luckily spirits were hard to crush, too hard for her slim arms at least. The door slammed, sounding distant, and she watched the half-dead girl pass by. Her eyes flickered from the girl to the lingering darkness that clung to her. It clung to the whole asylum, seething with rage and sorry. Loneliness. So much pain, drawing in creatures the orderlies couldn't even dream of. She blanched as Jack drifted by her. He stared down the stairs too. She stepped out of the way, dropping her gaze. Sometimes she wanted to just leap out and grab him, force him to kill her. But then she remembered her ghosts and decided she'd wait a bit longer.

Lilith's gaze leaped abruptly from the floor to BK, watching her as she reached out to Damon. She was in pain. Lilith made a sound in the back of her throat, a quiet whimper, and moved closer to them. Would they notice her? she wondered listlessly. Will they ignore me? Will they be mad? She wasn't too concerned though; she could always just go running down the stairs if push came to shove. She probably wouldn't die. Not right away at least. Not that she really thought they'd give her a reason to run; the orderlies' victims were usually on the same side.

{{ This is sucky and short. I am artblocking argh. And I haven't slept yet. For at least a full day/24 hours now. -yawn- I'm about to pass out so g'night. ^^; }}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

When they were ready once more, the doctors came to get Aza after she regained most of her energy. And just when Aza thought they were done with her. But it seemed they cared enough to let them get their energy back. Yeah right, it's just so they can enjoy watching us be tortured or torture other people.Aza though to herself, her arms gripped behind her back as a couple of men took her back to the lab. A tall woman, German perhaps, wearing high heels, walked up to her, bending down slightly to level her face with Aza's as she was bound to a vertical board, her arms stretched outwards and tied to the sides and her feet strapped together at the bottom.
"Now sweetie," The petronizing woman said in her best sweet talk voice "Do as the man says or there will be very unecessary punishments." What was Aza? Three years old? AJ glared at her eyes and muttered "Pain." and in an instant the woman cried out and was on her toes, writhing in pain. The men shouted to each other frantically and one doctor, came at her and soon Aza let go of the icy womans mind and screamed as 100 hundred watts of piercing electricity shot through her body. Aza screamed, her body writhing, twisting, bending and arching in sheer pain. Eventually, the pain faded away, slowly, yet painfully and AJ's vision dropped in and out. After what seemed like hours, the woman, red eyed and rather scary looked at her.
"That's why you need to cooperate. Now don't move." She hissed not so sweetly this time.

In front of AJ now stood 3 men, buff and brave looking, no sign of fear. Aza shook her head.
"It's impossible. You jerks just can't realise it." She spat at the scientists, unable to control herself. Though it sounded weak as her voice was now cracked and dry.
"Again." The 'barbie' ordered but then put her hand up uncertainly. "Actually, dip her in ice water." Aza struggled against the irons around her wrists, bound to leave red marks. Soon the doctors lifted her and held her over a big tub of water. Other scientists opened a latch and soon tonnes of ice crashed into it. The cool air started creeping up Aza's body and before she new it, her entire body was submerged, trying to keep itself warm.

Soon, AJ was lifted out again, her teeth chattering. She'd completely given up now. Her body ached and her blood was running cold. The strapped her back into her original postition, her wrists burning now. Then they placed the three men in front her.
"Concentrate hard. Cause them unforgivable pain all at once.Or suffer. You know what it's like. It's happened so many times." The scientist said and Aza nodded weakly, then looked at the men. Her pitch black eyes were apologetic and then being forced to start, Aza was taken through many attempts, unable to do the impossible. Of course, it was impossible after all. She inflicted pain on herself and the men. After managing two men, not to mention herself, Aza's body soon was drained of it's energy and she slumped forward. The woman took off the irons and AJ fell forward. They were fed up with her now. Picking her up roughly by the arms, they threw her into the corridor.
"See you tomorrow sweetie." The woman said. They were all like lones those women. Same look, same voice.

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Sorry everyone for long posts. I have this urge to write them in this roleplay. I'll start making them shorter by a bit.}

[Serena]

((Pbbt, believe it or not, this is hard to keep up with x'DD Plus, writer's block.. Lemme try something..))

~!Benedicte Panthère!~
The blonde, firm-looking girl had curled herself up in the corner of her cell. She laid upon her side, her legs pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around it. If one was to look closely, he or she would see that Benedicte was a girl.
But at quick glance she seemed like a boy. Her long, broad build had something masculine, but also unnatural. Almost as if..
As if this wasn't her original build.
Her chocolate brown eyes had something dull, lifeless. Oh, how she despised this place. She couldn't remember anything of her 'last life', as she called it. It was all a blur, as if she had been in this mess her entire life.
However, the thing she despised the most was herself. Why couldn't she give in to the monsters, become one as well, just to end all this?
Everytime they came for her, she told herself she'd surrender. But as soon as they came close, something boiled and welled up in her. The last remnants of the strength to fight.
Oh, how she wished she didn't have it!
But alas, she did.

All life seemed to flow back to her body, the small, purple line of drool coming from the corner of her mouth having stopped now. She licked the salty-tasting fluid away and wiped the rest off on her hand, pushing herself from the floor.

She had seen the stairs, leading to the lower parts of Asylum. Correction, the lowest part of Asylum. She had seen it many times, and always that urge was there. The urge to turn to those monsters, laugh like a maniac, and run down those stairs.
But she never did it. No, because everytime, she thought she could give in as soon as they came for her again.
But she never did.

~!Bonifaz Detlef!~
The little, blond-haired boy whimpered un-hearable things in a language unknown to those 'Doctors' as they pulled him along. He forced them to stop many times, for he kept loosing his 'beloved bunny' from time to time.
The 'doctors' had thought many times of the possibility about sewing the doll to his hands, but it was too good of a research object, how these 'creatures' seemed to appear as soon as he started crying like mad.
Today, they had thought of a new experiment.

Bonifaz was dragged into a small room, and put into a chair. It seemed like your average, wooden chair. Apart from the straps on the arm-rests. The lifted the small boy into the chair. Most men went to 'hide' behind a black room, which the little boy couldn't look through.
"Bitte, what are you going to do, s-sir?" The little boy stuttered ever so softly. The man just smirked as he strapped the little arms of the boy to the arm-rests under loud, sad protests of the boy. The put the rabbit-plushie in his lap, placing something that looked like a helmet on his head. The 'helmet' had many string attached to it, as if it was going to zap him into another dimension or something of the likes.
Bonifaz sat there, unable to move. He was scared, every fibre in his body shivered in cold, and he had the feeling things wouldn't turn out nice.
He was proven right once the men pulled the stuffed animal from his lap.

The man hid behind the 'window' as well, as Bonifaz started to sob softly. Why did they take it? Why? He wanted it back!
His crying became louder as he started pleading in German, all his pleads unanswered. It didn't take long untill he was crying real loud. Forms of creatures started to appear. Vicious creatures, some of them taunting the little boy, but most of them running along wildly, panicking.
It was hard to see, for it were only smudges, mere coloured spots of 'mist'.

From behind the window, the 'doctors' took a look at the computer screen. They watched in maniacal joy as the squigly line started moving like crazy, going sharply up and down, like someone's heart that was going crazy.

((... This post sucks, ignore it peoplez :c XD))

[Hargreaves]

Lysander

He had been doing such a good job of ignoring where he was. And then he heard the screams.
Of course, this was nothing new. Screams were common, echoing down the hallways all the time. They didn't reach his hall very often, but sometimes in some of the more painful tests the victims would really yell, and like now, Lysander could hear them perfectly.

He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and crept to the door, looking out of a tiny Plexiglas window installed at eye level. There were a few people out in the hallway; one was Damon, of course, and he wasn't sure he knew the other two. Anyways, his window was positioned so he couldn't see them very well. He pressed his cheek against the glass, trying to get a better view, and then a more obvious solution occurred to him. He opened the door and slipped out.

Ah. He knew these girls; he'd seen them around the halls of Asylum. The one reaching towards Damon, that was Brooke. BK. The other girl, he knew, had a more unusual name... Lilith, wasn't it? He wasn't sure if he should go talk with them or not. Standing in front of his room, he looked left and right down the dim hallway: Left, to the three other subjects, and right, towards the testing areas and... the stairs. As he looked towards them, the air seemed to shimmer and grow thicker, as if it was harder to breathe. Lysander hurriedly looked left again, then turned and walked towards the other three, pushing the creepy sensation out of his mind.

He was sure the others felt it too, at least sometimes. The steps seemed so appealing to him, but in another part of him, in a way he almost couldn't describe, something screamed at him to stay away. Maybe it was his instincts. That was what had led him to kill the innocent rat, so he didn't trust his instincts much to do the right thing. But still, Lysander didn't know what was at the bottom of the steps. He didn't think anybody did. Most likely, they were some new way for Asylum's doctors to torture the subjects, a psychological experiment to see which subjects would succumb to the pull of the steps and which would remain strong, here, on the ground level of the building. Even if that wasn't true, there was nothing below except the possibility of danger, and Lysander was too weak to defend himself against whatever was down there. The steps were like a big, gaping mouth, and Lysander did not intend to be swallowed by it.

[OneSmartChicken]

Levy lifted her head to watch as the boy was dragged by, eyes venomous. A shiver ran through her in response to the black rage gnawing at her gut. She wished she had a more useful gift that this.But no, this would come in handy. Eventually. She just knew it. She could ignore the girl's screaming--but she could not ignore the boy.

Slowly, moving like a mental patient, she rose. With slow, listing steps, she followed them, curls swaying behind her in time with each methodical step. Don't look too close at the crazy person. She's crazy. She won't do anything though. Just ignore her. Her eyes trailed over the floor, head bowed, as she watched them disappear into a room though her thick lashes. She gritted her teeth and passed by the door, stopping a few feet away to wait.

She glanced sidelong at the door, flexing her muscles again. Levy ignored the pain as it coursed through her mangled nerves leaning back against the wall. What would she do when they came out? Attack them? Snatch the boy? She didn't know. There wasn't much she could do. But she'd definitely do something. She frowned, trying to remember what she used to do to comfort the younger kids at the orphanage. Hug them, right? Maybe she'd try hugging the boy. Put on a happy face. She sighed. If only she could get her hands on some explosives, then she could get these kids free and the boy could find a decent mother figure. Leviathan was definitely not cut out for anything maternal.

Lilith looked curiously towards Lysander, tilting her head. The fox in her arms whined; her turn brought the stairs back into view. He didn't like the stairs either. Slowly she looked back at Damon and BK, then back again to Lysander.

Her mouth moved, as if she was about to talk, then she change her mind and looked down. Maybe he didn't want to talk to her. The fox yipped again, making her jump, and she looked down at it in confusion. It sounded frustrated. She'd never heard a frustrated fox before. That she knew it was frustrated was a bit unnerving; even though she knew it was a spirit, at the moment it looked just like a fox to her. Or maybe it didn't. She'd never actually seen a fox, and she couldn't remember the pictures she'd seen very well.

Encouraged by the fox's unwavering gaze, she shifted closer to Lysander. "Uh--" her voice, tiny and timid, came out hoarse. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Ah--ah---hello." Yeah. She was definitely a chatty person. Just like the fox was definitely a mouse.

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Aza was thrown into the hallway after her tests and punishments of the minute before. Lying there on the ground, AJ felt as if all of the air had been knocked out of her. She had a splitting headache from having to connect to 3 people at once and inflict them with burning pain. But she'd also hurt herself in the process. They never understood why this happened to her. She can't hurt people if she doesn't want to. If she doesn't want to but she tries, it hurt herself. It backfires on it's owner. And the owner is Aza. Aza felt something cold trickling around her wrists and near her collorbone. Blood. Wincing, she slowly and painfully, pushed herself off the ground, using a bench for support as she got up. Flicking her head, Aza shook up her headache, almost throwing the hair out of her black eyes.

Then, slowly walking down the hallway, Aza rubbed her wrists, the red blood drying on her hands. Stopping, Aza looked at her hands. She felt like a killer. She hated it. She hated everything. Asylum, doctors, tests, her power and sometimes even herself. As she walked, AJ nearly ran into a scientist. The scientist glared at her and muttered something about Aza under his breath. AJ felt rage build up inside her but held in an illusion. Pushing past the scientist, Aza walked down the corridor, and eventually met up with Damon and Brooke. Shrugging, Aza held up her hands, covered in her own blood. Her head felt even worse now.
"Am I a bad person?" She asked, her voice hurt. Something got caught in her throat and she swallowed hard.

She didn't want to have the pwoer she had. Aza was never one for causing people mental pain. Just like she'd never meant to kill her mother. Biting her bottom lip, Aza's mind was suddenly playing the scene of when it happened.
Her mother, sick with cancer, had finally gotten a good result. She was getting better. But still sick. Aza had been arguing with her mother for months. Now, Aza was arguing with her once more, this time about her mothers health. Aza wanted her Mother to stay in hospital, to give her a better chance of being cured but her Mum didn't quite agree. In the end Aza got so angry she stared her mother down and said a sentence containing the word 'pain'. That was when she realised she had powers. She wasn't aware that if she stared at someone and said that word it would cause pain. It was a mistake. Doctors did everything they could to stop the pain and Aza stood there, petrified at what happened. Two hours later her mother was gone. A nurse came to tell her, and when she tried to comfort Aza she broke away. That was when she ran away. Only to be taken to the 'prison' like place of Asylum. Shaking her head, Aza forced the memory to the back of her head.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

I could hear everyone's soft weak footsteps as they dragged themselves down the hallway, with the subtle sounds they made as they passed me, I could tell who they were. I knew everyone's name....thought they probably had no idea who this girls was, sitting in against the wall with her knees against her chest. I didn't interact with the other patients, I was a mere bug, unnoticed and ignored. They walked around and mingled, but I knew there was no hope. Why become friends with someone...when they could be gone the next day. There was no hope for me, none at all.
The stairs, the dark stairs that lead to the blackness of hell. I wanted to go down there, to finally end it. I wanted to die. I was of no use to anyone and it's not like I would be missed....
I listened as they talked, hearing every pause, every breath, every heartbeat. How did I develope such an exact sence of hearing? I guess when you have nothing to do but listen can contribute to alot. I was always listening, there was never silence. Silence didn't exist. There was always a sound. Even in my room, I was making a sound; I was breathing. No matter how hard I tried to die, I was still alive.
My frail, defenceless body, was still living. Why? Why can't God recognize our pain and suffering and finally end it? We with the 'gifts' have survived for much to long. THe other normal patient die all the time? Why not us?
I pursed my lips, thinking this over. Were we suppost to live for some reason?
I shook my head, that just couldn't be possible. What could we freaks do?
I pressed my back closer to the wall, and ever so slowly, rose to my feet. My body felt weak, I could barely stand. All my energy, along with my will power was gone. That's what the Asylum does to you.
Step by unsteady step, I made my way towards the stairs. I couldn't see them, but I could feel the odd pressence of them. The darkness that wanted me to come closer.
'She's off.' Some would say, 'I think she's lost it.' I didn't know if their words were true, because I really didn't know what sanity was anymore. Was I insane? No. I wouldn't be able to proccess so much, and think things over so clearly. Was I sane? I couldn't be. A sane person wouldn't hope to die, and sane person would claw at their own throat, a sane person would detatch themselves from reality.....a sane person, wouldn't be walking towards these stairs.

[Harpy•]

{{Raquel could be motherly. :3 I have an ideas. Kgryphon, if this interrupted your own plans, just let me know. >.< I hate it when someone totally butchers something I'd been planning to do, so let me know if I do that.}}

Raquel finally began to regain consciousness, slowly realizing that she was still being dragged. Her ice-blue eyes flickered open and blinked in unrecognition, in confusion, and her brow furrowed. They should have reached her room by now. Where were they taking her?
She pulled feebly at their hands, telling them that she could walk, but they flat-out ignored her. Raquel tilted her head further back, and saw the upside down figure of the woman doctor walking with sharp, anisthetic staccato footsteps in front of her. Her eyes instantly narrowed in vicious anger, but she didn't use her power; how well had that turned out for her last time. She instead remained still, listening with grim hatred to the screams and shrieks of pain and terror echoing weakly down the corridors. But something else began to sound out. Raquel stiffened, still being dragged, and listened intensely to the sound that was drawing closer, that they were taking her to. A crying boy, merely a child.
Raquel's eyes widened fiercely, and she thrashed viciously in the iron grips around her wrists, struggling to get free, to get to that child. This was not necessary; for it was where they were taking her. They burst through the door to the expirimenting room, and Raquel was instantly assailed by a horrible sight;
A small boy, not any older than ten, perhaps, was sitting locked in a chair, crying hysterically. But what caught Raquel's attention were the maniacal shadows that flitting aggressively around the enclosed room, darting this way and that, towards the boy, then wildly sprinting away, bouncing off of the guarded window and back to the opposite wall again. They were the boy's. Raquel's eyes widened even more, but that's when the guards dropped her. She let out a small gasp of pain, but then gritted her teeth and shoved it aside, pushing herself up onto her hands, then rolling so she was facing the boy. She lifted herself to her hands and knees, watching him with wide, blue eyes. She then focused hard, trying to send her power out to him, attempting to fill his broken heart with a calmness that she herself was generating.

Damon looked up at Brooke's slight touch, his own eyes dark and intense. He met her gaze evenly, calculating, absorbing all of the emotions he saw piled up there, the unspoken words. A muscle in the corner of his jaw clenched and tightened; he was angry that someone would do this to another human, any human. Without hesitating, he took one step forward and drew Brooke to him, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting way. That was all he could give; words wouldn't suffice in this situation. He sighed deeply, a low growl sounding somewhere in his throat in barely-contained anger at what had been done. He was careful not to hold her too tightly, though; he didn't want to crush her.
He looked up sharply when Aza approached them, then relaxed a fraction of an inch when he realized who it was. He slowly unwrapped his arms from Brooke and took a small step back, giving her room to breathe, then looked at Aza, shocked at her words. His mind froze for a moment, then kicked into hyperdrive, wondering how on Heaven and Earth she would come to that conclusion. He looked at her incredulously, the tight muscle in his jaw clenching even more, then muttered something darkly under his breath, his eyes moving to the dimly-lit ceiling.
"No, Aza, you're not," he murmured, his voice deep and incredibly husky from lack of use. He looked at Brooke after his said this, his expression growing fierce and determined. "None of us are," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. And that's when his dark, flickering gaze caught sight of Jasmine...headed for the staircase.
He hissed low under his breath, and swiftly moved in between Aza and Brooke, walking to Jasmine's side all too quickly. He moved to stand in front of her, at the edge of the stairwell, and crossed his arms over his chest, blocking her way. "And what the h***l do you think you're doing?" he growled, his face dark and...frightening.

[Sacred Sin]

Brooke held his gaze as evenly as she could, fighting for all she was worth against the tears that burned her eyes, pushing to brim over and spill across her pale face. She bit her lip, drawing blood, hoping the pain would distract her but let out a little gasp as Damon drew her to him, being careful about not holding her too tightly. She couldn't hold back any longer; she cried. And cried. And cried. Even when he pushed her away as Aza came up she kept sobbing, her will power being ripped to shreds. The spark of hope she had been clenching onto for so long was beginning to falter and finally spluttered until it was just a small, insignificant streak of dull color in the black world that was BK's. What more could she do? Her doctors seemed to be determined to destroy or rip away every last shred of laughter, of hope, of good memories that she had. It wouldn't be long before she lost it all completely and spiraled into the welcoming insanity.

"Of course not." She said, finally finding her voice and giving Aza a fierce expression, though it was hampered by her puffy eyes and red cheeks. The tears still shone like crystal tracks on her face, but her eyes held a certain intensity. Seeing someone else so lost and confused, on the same brink as she, had renewed BK's strength and the will to keep going. "You haven't done anything wrong." She whispered, taking the girl's hands into her own. She was vaguely aware of Lillith standing nearby but Aza was the one who needed comforting the most right now.

Not for the first, and not for the last time Brooke wondered how it had all started. Was it because they all had a special gift? Was it because their families had been too terrified to see beyond the fire-starting girl or the super strength boy? She wasn't sure, but the pain of her abandonment was fresh. None of her family had seen her since she had been sent here. Half of her wondered if it had been the Asylum's doing. After all, a torture place like this would have been shut down years ago if their gruesome and sadistic tactics were revealed to the outside world. So clearly there was a way that it was kept a hush here. The patients were never spoke out and those that did, either disappeared or were forced into insanity. Not a bad word was spoken of this place outside of its sterile, white walls.

"Why don't we go to one of our rooms. I think we are done with our tests today. I don't like staying in the hallways. It brings a certain sense of ominousness." BK admitted, brushing the blond hair that covered her face away to reveal her lilac eyes. She smiled softly and fixed the pink makeup on her eyes, knowing that it had run from the tears she had shed.