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

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

I stopped walking hearing footsteps coming toward me. Then the voice, the low voice that suddenly met my ears drums. Damon. He was right infront of me, blocking my way to the destination I craved so much. A shrill suprised hiss, escaped my parted lips, and I took a step back.
I never did like people being close to me, the nurses were careful to sedate me first before doing anything. They obviously wanted to keep their faces. My fist clenched by my sides, and my lip twitched in frustration. Oh how easy it would be, to just open my eyes and simply make him get out of my way, but they remained closed. I would never do that, I'm not a monster...not yet anyway.
With another hiss, I turned my head away from him and took another step back. As long as he didn't get any closer or touvh me, then I might be able to keep the sliver of sanity that I hoped I still had. My hands slowly unclenched, and my face relaxed. I took a deep breath, then pursed my lips.
"T-the stairs.....I can....finally...d-die." Those were the first words I've uttered in a long time, my voice was lower than a whisper and hoarse, it almost startled me. That couldn't be my voice.....could it? I swallowed hard, and sighed through my nose. "Let...me.....pass." I hissed.

[Harpy•]

Damon's eyes narrowed fiercely, but he stayed where he was, knowing that she didn't want to be touched, or neared. He stayed where he was, and didn't move out of her way. It'd be interesting to see who would win; his massive strength, her death gaze.
He listened intently as she spoke, and another growl sounded in his chest, angry yet again at the scientists at what they'd done to them all. "No," he said firmly, but his voice had a slightly-gentle note behind it...showing that he understood exactly what she was feeling. "We'll make it through this together, all of us." He sighed, then ran a hand over his face, rubbing the exhaustion and pain away. "We can't seperate, Jasmine, or we'll all die."

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

My whole body tenced at his words. "We'll all die either way." I rasped, my tone was dark. The way any orderlie or doctor would sound if they didn't hide there true feeling with all the fake sweeteners they covered there words with. A shiver went through me and I put my hands to my temples. "There's no hope. we'll all....die!" I snarled, and fell to my knees. The pain, the sheer terror that I held in, was just overflowing now. As if my own power was turning on me. I pressed my forehead to the floor and screamed, my eyes shutting tighter. "We're all going to die!" I shreiked, and pressed the palms of my hands tightly against my head, as if trying to keep everything inside my head. I hated this place with every fiber of my being, and I wanted out. I wanted to just...die. With another agonized scream, tears began to fall from my closed eyes. Tears that I refused to shed, that I wanted to hold in, were flowing now.
If I was truely crazy, what would I have done? Would I have started cackling at the sky like some deranged hyena? Would I have attacked Damon? Would I have just went on a rampaged, killing anything that got in my way? I didn't want that. SO I cried, I continued to sob on the floor, like any 'normal' person would do.

{{Being like, the craziest person in this RP, I feel a total sence of epicness to make my posts as odd as possible. ^-^}}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Aza nodded at Damon and Brooke wearily. Her eyes tore away from the floor to BK.
"Thanks Brooke." Then she noticed Damon and Jasmine talking. "Jasmine, it's not worth it. All of us are suffering. But we need to stay together. Please." She said, stepping next to Damon and putting a gentle hand on Jasmine's shoulder. "Please." She repeated. She didn't want anyone to suffer more than they already were. Feeling slightly terrible for saying it, Aza shook her head at Jasmine, biting her bottom lip and looking at her face.
"Someday, someone outside will make sense of this. We'll get out of here. I promise you." AJ faced the ground, her eyes looking upward at the girl, almost like puppy dog eyes.

[Harpy•]

{{Ahaha, I'm sure Damon could be even more insane. He's the insanity that will suddenly go quiet, the eerie kind; the one that make's the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Like something from a horror movie. xxDD I love insane charries! *cheers*}}

Damon watched as Jasmine unraveled before him, and his fingers clenched into incredibly tight fists, making his knuckles whiten. Why did this have to happen? Why did Asylum exist? Why were humans capable of so much inhumane cruelty?
He broke out of his dark chain of thoughts when Aza approached, and he was thankful for her comforting presence. He could hardly comfort now, when he was so enraged. He stepped slightly to the side, giving the two of them room, his fists still tightly clenched at his sides, his jaw working in a tightly clenched manner. He was ready to snap, but he hoped so profusely that he wouldn't. Who knew who he would hurt, who he would maim...who he would kill. He shook his head fiercely, scrunching his eyes shut, and lifted his fists to his eyes, pressing them firmly to his head, as if that would keep his brain from exploding and leaving him just a shell of brute strength and irripressible anger.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

I didn't pull myself together for several minutes, huddled in a ball in the middle of the hallway. My head slowly raised, and what suprised me even more was what I could see. The pale walls, the dim tiles floors....my eyes were open.... They snapped shut quickly, hoping that no one saw them. My simply deadly eyes. I rose to my feet quickly, and backed away from Brooke, away from the comfort they gave me. I didn't deserve it. My breath came in wild gasps, I'd talked and opened my eyes....
I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought, nobody was dead, that I could tell. No one had mysticly burst into flames. Silly of course, I know. But still. Anything could happen with a total whack-job like me. I'm pretty sure I was insane....what else could I possibly be classified as?

['paradox]

{{Hmm..Alright,heres a pointless post,that probably no one has to read.Dx.}}

~Jack Johnson~

Jack sighed a bit,leaning aginst the white,soft wall of his room,his hands over is ears.Why did his room half to be right next to these insane people?And,it sounded like,well,a friggin' annoying insane girl screaming that everyone was going to die,Damon..Brooke too.He could hear a muffled scream of a young boy also,though it seemed far away.This is when that 'over-devolped' hearing backfired.He knew it was just him,that he could hear better,so everything seemed just a bit louder.

He took his hands of his ears,glancing around his room,the white walls still sort of blinding.What time was it?Was it still morning,or was it afternoon?He shook his head,putting one of his hands back,fluffing his hair,he did that a few times a day out of habit.It was a little girlish,he had to admit,but he liked his hair.But anyways,he walked,grabbing the handle of his door and opening it,and he didn't have to walk far after that,and he was already behind Damon.He looked over his shoulder a little,though he really didn't need to,being six feet four inches and all.Yeah,he was a freak of nature in hieght too.

"So,you guys are actually talking?I thought you guys were just hollow emotionless shells."Jack murmered quietly,shrugging a tad,blinking.He looked around,almost scanning each and everyone of the people there,that he could see of course.Not too important,he didn't care much.

{{Post FAILED,but,you guys gotta read it nao.He talked to ya'll.xD}}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

"Jasmine." Aza said, her red hand slipping off the girls shoulder as she backed away. "You're a good person. Better than me and that's a fact. I killed my own mother. Of course it was an accident and everyday I regret it." She said pausing. Looking around at everyone, Aza moved around, walking past each person before stopping near a wall. "But I'm not giving up just yet." She said. Aza dearly hoped no one would ask what her point was because the best answer she would probably give was "Why is it that every inspiring speech, has to have a point?" Her dark eyes flickered to Damon, his fists clenched, then to Brooke, who's wrists were bleeding, then to Jasmine who was crying. Then she started feeling as if she should be feeling that way too. But she'd already wasted her energy on torturing people and herself 5 minutes ago in the test lag. Even though she never wanted to do it.

Her head snapped to Jackson at what her said, annoyance in her black eyes. She felt the sudden urge to look into his eyse and mutter the one word that would cause him imense pain. Gritting her teeth together, Aza looked away, unable to control her rage that was running though her.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

My head snapped up, hearing Jack's words. "And we thought you were a girl, I guess everything isn't as it seems." I muttered, and pursed my lips. Wow, that was a suprise even to me. I still had afew human emotions left inside of me, and right now, one was building. Irritation. I was gettig quite irritated towards Jackson, and that was never a good thing of course. You should always be on your best behavior when dealing with the crazy phsycopath, right? If you enjoyed living then you should, but I guess he wanted to die as much as I did.

[Sacred Sin]

"Brooke?" A sweetened, false voice sounded from behind BK, making the hairs on her neck stand up and her eyes widen in sheer terror. "Did you forget about our meeting today? You are five minutes late. I mean really, such irresponsibility is most unbecoming. Follow me. Please." That word, though meant to be polite, held so much malice that it main BK's fists clench tightly, crescent moon shaped cuts searing her palms. It was one of the nurses, the cold-hearted woman who worked for her doctor. Fingers coiled around her bleeding wrists and yanked, sending a shot of pain up her arm. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she was dragged away, her hand outstretched towards the others. It dropped promptly after it was lifted. What could they do? Any resistance at the Asylum was met with cruel retribution. She tried to smile. "I'll see you guys later." She said in a broken, strangled voice. They rounded the corner and the others left her path of sight, sterile, cold white filling her visions.

Five minutes later she was struggling against straps binding her body. It wasn't ice water this time. It was that terrible drilling test. She waited for the pain, knowing it would be agony. They had never done this to her before but she knew it would be unlike anything she had experienced before. Buzz. The sound of the machine starting. "Create fire until you can't anymore. Oh and Brooke? Please cooperate sweetheart. We wouldn't want this anymore painful than it is." The same nurse said in her sickly sweet voice, making it clear that she wanted it to be more painful.

Brooke screamed, a sound so bloodcurdling and inhuman that she couldn't believe it had come from her own mouth. The fire covering her hands flared dramatically, starting to spiral out of control as she was losing her mind out of the torture. Blood dripped down from where the drill had entered her head, the pain becoming excruciating. The crimson mingled with her white-blond hair, a gruesome effect of the test. Through the unbearable pain she heard a sound that was almost worse than the torture they were making her endure. Laughter. How could they be laughing? How could they do this to her and find it amusing? It made her sick, so sick. Another centimeter and she was screaming bloody murder, the fire sputtering and finally disappearing. The drilling stopped and pulled away, making her burst into tears. "Five centimeters Brooke. That was excellent. Maybe next time we can get deeper without you losing your fire. It really is durable." The nurse said, a wicked smile spreading across her perfect face. The woman was like a doll, perfect should length hair, china features, deep green eyes, full lips. The face of evil as Brooke had come to realize.

"Please...please stop." BK whispered, voice barely coherent. The nurse flashed another smile, one of undisguised delight. "We will. You're done for the day, but tomorrow will be even better." She chirped as she unstrapped BK's shaking body. She fell to her knees and crawled out of the room, their laughter still echoing in her head. She leaned against the white wall, outside of the lab, watching them close the door and hide their malicious faces. She sat their, trembling and bursting into hysterics, the blood mingling with her tears. She didn't know how long she stayed there. She just kept crying...