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

['paradox]

~Jack Johnson~

"Oh,please.You can surely come up with a much better comeback than that,darling."Jack murmered,a smirk playing on his lips,his voice litteraly drenched with sarcasm.He purposely wanted to make her mad,maybe it'd be fun to get a reaction out of Jasmine,she always seemed so dull.He was still just behind Damon,and he crossed his arms waiting for her to say something,thats when he heard something.

A scream,which he shrugged off.Just a scream.It was rather normal around here,people yelled,screamed,some even whimpered,all the time.All because of the tests.He was sure he'd been through all of them,but no,those 'doctors',and 'nurses' always made up new ones from their darkest thoughts.He still didn't consider them as people though,not even monsters.Satan's minions maybe?Yeah,that was pretty possible.Jack started to clear his head of thoughts.

Well,atleast he knew he was thinking,and not talking aloud.He did that a lot,usually people would just walk away,the doctors,well,unfortunatly,they had a large amount of ductape for some reasons.One time he had a slight mustache when that happened.Yeah,in the moment,he knew what hair being ripped off felt like.Not too good.He chuckled mentally,maybe it was the reason he could never grow a mustache anymore.Yeah,that'd be a great explantion.Logical too.

{{Lol,all I do is fail.Dx.}}

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

{{God, I'm not even sure how to respond to that....}}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Something just, took over Aza and she stared Jackson down, right into the eyes. "Pain." She hissed angrily. It would hurt. But Aza wanted nothing more. Shaking, Aza cast painful illusions into his mind, most likely tricking it into thinking there was pain. Then she realised what she was doing and shook herself free of the madness that overwhelmed her. "What the heck did I just do?" she asked after letting go of his mind. She didn't mean to do that. Shaking her head, her mouth open slightly, Alex didn't believe she just did such a thing. She was becoming a killer. She didn't deserve people being nice to her. Backing up, AJ spun around, holding in sobs, and sprinted down the corridor, not wanting to hurt anyone.

Reaching her room, Aza finally broke down, hitting the wall with her shoulder and leaning against it. Shaky breaths escaped her lips and she looked into a mirror on the other side of her. She looked at herself, the black eyes. "Pain" she whispered, knowing she deserved it. Then she screamed as she cursed herself, and fell onto the ground before letting go of the illusion, leaving herself to just lay there, feeling like a horrible person.

Getting up after 5 minutes, Aza leaned against her room doorway. Aza rubbed her glassy dark eyes before rubbing her wrists. Her hands were shaking and she looked like she'd cried her eyes out. She technically had.
Aza started walking, looking at the ground, each step in front of the other. As she walked, Aza noticed a figure one the ground.
"Brooke?"

['paradox]

{{Nuuuu...Poor Jackie got hurt...btw,madness...Who's Jackson!?Rofl.}}

~Jack Johnson~

Jack almost immediatly bit his lip,and shut his eyes tightly.The pain was intense,though,knowing her power,inside he knew it was an illusion,but it sure didn't feel like it.He sunk down to his knees,a trickle of scarlet comming down from his lip,where he was biting.No,he hadn't gone all the way through his lip,not yet,at least.He felt terrible,it needed to stop,now too.Thats when it did,everything,and he let go of his lip,those his eyes were still closed.He could hear someone running away,probably Aza,and then he opened his pale blue-gray eyes,blinking a bit,then getting up.

He wiped the blood off his lip and chin with his wrist,his deep red blood,a little deeper then what you would say 'normal',starting to dry on his wrist."That...That was not cool..."He murmered,though at the end there was a scream."Yeah good,she should be hurting.."He muttered with a roll of his eyes as he went infront of Damon,then a few more steps foreward,then leaning his back against the wall.

Jack now waited for Jasmine's reply."You gonna respong,or..what?Did you turn into a hollow emotionless shell again?"He asked,his,almost charming,smirk returning again.He still needed a reaction from her,he wouldn't wouldn't leave without it.Heck,he might even follow her around until he got one.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

I pursed my lips, then a slight smirk appeared when I heard Aza say that word. He deserved it, of course. My arms crossed over my chest, "I hope you enjoyed that, cause I'm sure you had alot more coming." I whispered, then chuckled softly. If I opened my eyes, he would have to go through the pain again, emotional pain. I'd heard him alot, and he always seemed to be talking like a total a**. Cocky, stuck-up if you will. To me, he was a brat. "It's not nice to mess with girls." I hissed, my voice suddenly harsh. I took a step toward him, then leaned toward him, putting one hand on the wall beside his head. "I'll tell the truth, I don't like you. And I'm so tempted to make you fall down those stairs. Were your greatest fears lie." My eyes opened, but I was looking away from him. I just needed to get rid of that urge, let my shiny eyes feel the release for just a moment, then they closed again. "I'm sure you have hair to comb, or nails to paint, so I'll leave you to it." I snarled, then walked down the hallway, away from this group of people, this was more interaction than I needed for one day.

[Nautica]

{Okay, here's Mitchell's intro. I'll do Kenna's when I can find the time. My connection will be spotty for a little while /:
By the way, I'm terribly sorry if anything in here is wrong or off, I only had a little time to skim over everything.}

Mitchell stared straight ahead with his back against the wall on the cold linoleum floor of his cell. He refused to call it a room and he refused to call the cot a bed, just as he refused to believe this place possessed him. He was only he temporarily, he would tell himself everyday. After a series of injections to the spine: he was only here temporarily. A few rounds in the electric chair to chart his tolerance until he was near death: he was only here temporarily. A sleepless night and starvation studies in which he wasn't fed: he was only here temporarily.
But a part of him knew it was only a lie. The most tragic lie he'd ever heard.
Muffled screams filled his ears as he continued to stare at the wall. It was in small moments like these that he used his curse for his own benefit.
After a few moments of closing his eyes and recalling the memory, Mitchell looked up at the wall to find his memory playing like a silent movie on the stark white wall.
A young woman bent down to a little boy's level, her long hair falling in waves around her face as she smiled at him. She made a gesture as if she was sending him off. The boy looked at her, then at whatever she was pointing to an uncertain expression. After a few more moments of prompting, the toddler took off reluctantly, taking clumsy steps and nearly wobbling to his downfall a couple of times. His mother ran to him with an endearing smile each time and set him back on his feet. Once, the woman scooped the boy into her arms and kissed him on the knee where he had scraped it on the concrete.
The movie stopped abruptly as Mitchell turned away, rubbing his forehead wearily. He couldn't afford this. Memories like this drained him. It was only certain ones, usually the ones that made him the most emotional.
But emotion was weakness. He got up and walked over to his cot, his feet dragging slightly as he did so. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the hard, plastic mattress and closed his eyes, for he knew the nurses would come for him soon.

['paradox]

{{I think ya'll know what he looks like by now.*too lazy to get pic*}}

Jack rolled his eyes,"Of course I did,it was just too enjoyable."He muttered sarcasticaly,crossing his arms,just letting her talk.The pain from before almost instantly came back,but only for,maybe,a second or two.It was bearable.He chuckled a little bit,she seemed so mad,so annoyed with him.He litteraly lives off of the iritation he caused people.He rolled his eyes,watching her walk away,and then he walked away,uncrossing his arms as he opened the door of his room,closing it as he went inside,going back to that corner he was in before,and sitting down.He looked up at the cieling,now he would just sit and wait for a knocking apon his door,and see which of the tests he would be put up to.It didn't matter which,one he was used too,the other would take like two seconds.He would probably be back in his room five minutes after though.

[Sacred Sin]

{Err...no one responded to Brooke before she left...I'll post her coming back in a sec I guess.}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Ohh I'll edit my last post.}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{ I edited it Sacred}