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

[Harpy•]

{{Would y'all mind if I didn't post my pictures? x3 I really just don't have the motivation. xD}}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Go ahead.}

[Harpy•]

Damon looked down at the girl who was clinging to his shirt, and then at the boy who had put a hand on her shoulder. Both of which were young, innocent of blood. Damon wasn't. He'd killed before....and now, he was thinking he'd do it again.
His fists clenched tightly, and only tighter when he heard the distressed sounds of Brooke and Aza down the hallway; Brooke had been hurt, badly by the sound of it. Again. It shouldn't have surprised him, but the sound of her crying sent a wave of pure rage through his system, making his entire frame grow rigid and tense. His jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together, and he looked at the boy, meaning in every inch of his face. He was literally begging Lysander to take the girl away from him, so that he wouldn't kill her, and maybe even all of them in the process.
With tight control, he reached his hand down, unclenching his rage-filled, shaking fingers, and gently undid Lillian's hand from his shirt, then slowly stepped away from her. His entire body was quivering now, intense heat racing through him at the front of his anger. He breathed in tight hisses, and stepped completely away from them, moving to the other side of the hallway. He turned and braced his hands on the wall, leaning into it. He scrunched his eyes shut, and his fists closed accordingly; digging and biting deep into the cement, cutting into it and gouging huge, fist-sized chunks from it. The loosened gravel clattered noisely to the ground at his feet, the dust creating a fine silt on his bare feet. He could care less. All that mattered was that this wall wasn't one of his friends...that this wall wasn't Brooke.

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Raquel, with trembling, weak limbs, slowly began to drag herself over to the boy, making it her sole purpose to reach him. Something, akin to the pull she felt to Asylum's bowels, was pulling her to the boy. She reached him after many painstaking minutes, her breath coming in tight gasps. She slowly leaned back on her knees, and looked up at the small boy, her dark hair falling in her face, her eyes pained, but hopeful. She managed an incredibly weak half-smile, and reached up with shaking fingers, gently wiping the tearstreaks off of his cheeks. "Hello," she breathed, her voice fading in and out of audibility.

{{Bleh, fail. xD}}

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ I'm too lazy to fight my computer and go get my images since my internet's going slowslowslow currently. }}

Lilith stared up at him, then switched her gaze to his hand, watching as he took such great care to loose her fingers. "Ah." Understanding hit her finally and she dropped her hand with an apologetic sound. She tilted her head to look up at Lysander, looking curiously at his hand. Then she smiled at him and reached up to lay her hand over his. Sometimes this place was so warm.

"Don't worry, Damon," she murmured, looking askance at him. "You're a good person too." The fox yipped and she looked down at him in surprise, losing that too-old-for-her-face expression, an expression that had made her look many decades older. Then she was hugging the fox again, and she just looked like a little kid once more. The spirit wiggled then yipped again. "Oh. You're leaving?" she murmured, looking dejected as she realized why the fox was wiggling. "Don't let anyone catch you." She opened her arms and sighed as the fox hopped down and darted away, straight through a wall. They always left eventually. Usually they waited until she was asleep though.

Lilith glanced at Lysander, then down at her empty arms again. Well maybe she wasn't entirely alone.

{{ Lalala. My muse is a freaking idiot right now. This post sucks, yes--Levy's watching Raquel and..boywhosenameIcan'tremembercurrently so posting with her is kinda pointless...And Lil's so annoying to roleplay. >< New discovery. But at least this roleplay is helping develop her character some. Grar. Hopefully this block will leave me the hell alone soon. }}

[Hargreaves]

Lysander

As Damon looked down at him, Lysander stared back up into his face, frozen. Sheer terror had driven any coherent thought from his mind. He recognized the older boy's expression, and knew if he didn't get away soon he'd have his skull crushed, or be thrown down the stairs, or something. Damon was unpredictable when he lost control.
As Damon removed Lillian's hand, Lysander scurried backwards, pulling on her shoulder as he went. He stopped against a door, not his own, but he didn't stop to see whose it was. He flattened himself against the wall, trying to stay as far away from Damon as possible, and his eyes widened as gravel began to fall.
Damon was that strong? Lysander had had no idea. This was worse, oh, it was so much worse. A high whine came from his parted lips as he sank to the floor again, his feet scrabbling against the floor in a vain effort to bury himself in the wall. His hands pressed against the floor, and he lost control of his power. The linoleum began to fade and peel, aging in a matter of seconds, and he drew his hands away sharply as if he'd been burned. His eyes soared across the hallway and landed on Lillian, and he stared at her wordlessly.
This was the kind of terror he hadn't felt during the tests. This was something deeper. He knew the doctors were evil, he knew they were going to try his best to hurt him, so it wasn't scary, just agonizing. With Damon, it was different. He knew that the boy meant well, but the fact that Damon couldn't control himself made it so much worse. Some day, when they had escaped Asylum and were trying to live normal lives, Damon would snap and hurt someone, Lysander knew. He was like a ticking time bomb. Even now, witnessing this, Lysander realized that he could never allow himself to be anywhere near Damon ever again. He was too hard to predict.
He could trust Lillian, though. He reached towards her, straightening up until he stood on his knees. He refused to touch her, afraid she'd crack and break like the linoleum had, but as long as she was here, he wasn't alone.

((Blahhh. I'm thinking I should maybe edit Lysander's form because that is NOT a 'mild emotion.'))

[Nautica]

{Er...I'm a bit confused about what's going on in the roleplay at the moment, such as where everyone is and stuff. Could someone explain, please? Sorry for the inconvenience.}

[Harpy•]

{{No problem at all! ^.^ Damon, Lillian, and Lysander are in the same basic area, right by the stairs that lead down to the basement. Damon is crushing the wall, and Lysander is trying to protect Lillian, both of whom are freaked out by Damon's strength. Victor, Brooke, and Ava are talking not far down the hallway, and Raquel, Levy, and Bonifaz are in a testing room, where Raquel had been brought. Other than that, I'm not sure what the others are doing. ^.^}}

[Nautica]

{Okey dokey. Thanks ^^ }

The girl wrapped her arms around herself, her shirt hanging off one shoulder and one curl hanging into her eye. She did nothing to fix either.
She was sitting on her cot, watching the wall suspiciously. She was sure it was laughing at her. "Stop it," she growled, scowling dangerously at the blank white wall.
Fed up with the mocking wall, she turned away, her lips forming a pout. Although Kenna wasn't actually clinically insane, the asylum had gotten to her. The scientists got into her head and convinced her she really was insane. Their mind games confused her to no end.
As her rational intelligence returned to her, she realized she had just thought the wall was laughing at her. In pure disdain, she let her head fall to the side where it eventually banged against the wall the cot was pushed up against. She closed her eyes and shook her head. What was happening to her?
Not wanting to think, she heard voices in the hall outside and got up from the cot. Running a hand over her delicate brow, she opened the door and stepped out, looking at the people talking in a cluster down the hall. She approached, shifting her hearing to that of a bat's and listening to their conversation. When Kenna arrived at the group, she looked at each face, recognizing them and instantly knowing their names. Victor, Brooke and Ava. She'd seen them around the asylum enough and listened as their nurses guided them through the hallways, memorizing names and faces was her specialty.
"Hello," she greeted. Her shoulders were relaxed, her back held an elegant arch and her curls just barely brushed her shoulders. Her eyes were cool and showed no emotion other than nonchalance.

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ -hysterical laughing- Her name was Lilith, but frankly I like Lilian better so Lilian it is! XD That's hilarious. Name change through...popular demand? XD -snickers- }}

[center]Lilian didn't fight as Lysander pulled her away, stopping when he let her go and watching him as he panicked. She didn't understand his fear, not really; oh logically she understood that Damon was more dangerous than the scientists, more dangerous that her spirits, but she knew evil and Damon wasn't evil. As she'd said, he was Good. And to her, good people just weren't scary. She stood back as Lysander's power corrupted the linoleum under his hands, eyes following the path of a crack as it worked its way past her, then she focused on him again.

He had such sad eyes. Lilian knelt down in front of him, reaching slowly out towards him. Her cool hands brushed his cheeks, combing through his hair, then dropped against his shoulders. "Do you want a hug?" she murmured eyes soft and worried, trusting. She trusted easily. But she had good instincts for who should be trusted, instincts she knew to always believe in. They were all she had to believe in after all.



Levy growled and stepped to the side as they girl passed by; it was uncomfortable to have someone walk through you. She looked away to stare through the window, stare at the doctors. Rage pooled in her gut and she shoved at it impatiently; she didn't like to have her mind clouded. With an animalistic snarl she tore away, shooting back into her body so fast she barely felt the sting of iron in the wall stealing bits of her soul.

She surged forward with an enraged scream, knowing no one would care. No one would notice. Even if she did, they'd just think she was another crazy person lost in her mad ravings. Who knew, maybe that was exactly what she was. She liked to think she was still sane, that her insanity was just an act, but maybe she was just lying to herself. Honestly she didn't care; either way she was going to save these kids and end this facility, even if she died in the process.

Levy stared at the ground, wondering how she'd wound up sprawled on the linoleum. Right, she'd tried to stand; her legs were asleep. She closed her eyes, curling her hands into fists, then slowly got to her feet. After staring at the closed door for a moment, she began to pace. As it turned out, Levy couldn't take being helpless; sitting there watching them had been more than she could take. Adrenaline pounded through her, a painful heartbeat and fire in her veins like a fever. She could kill people in this sort of mood, had killed people in the past. With her bare hands too. She may not have had super strength or speed or anything of the sort, but it didn't take superpowers to break a neck. To cave in someone's skull. Oh yes, Levy knew many ways to kill these damned scientists. But killing one or two wasn't going to help her at all, even if it did make her feel better. She'd have to bide her time, wait for the right moment to strike. Levy could wait, she could wait for however long it took. But that didn't mean she liked it.

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{One minute, I'm trying to figure out what to post...Lol mind blank}