Ashford Asylum (STARTS Staff LSUs welcome)

[Heald]

Alex

When I woke up, I was on the floor. My head was spinning and I tried to make sense of what was happening, or what had happened. I looked up and saw the door to the cell looked different...it had some dents in it.
"Loki, you didn't try and break free, did you?"
Shut up, Whelp.
"What happened?"
I broke out, well, I got one foot away from the cell and a huge guard hit me with a giant metal bar. Next time I'll nail the bastard!
"No! I'm not going to let you!"
The voice went silent. I saw that my keepers had left a meal out for me, which I began to pick at. The pains of hunger took control and I finished it off, before letting out a large belch. A voice spoke out.
"The wolf has woken, I see."
I looked around. This voice was coming from the cell next to me.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked out loud.
"Oh. You sound different now. Almost calmer...more scared."
Looks like Loki had raised my other captives' awareness to my existence. I walked over to the bars.
"I'm no wolf, I'm just some poor kid, but who are you?"
There was a silence briefly.
"They call me Zia, but I am the birdie."

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]
I'm going to let McNinja post before I do, but until then I drew a picture of Zia!
It is just a rough sketch... but I hope that you guys like it. ^_^

ZIA04

[Samchu]

Ryoss
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The commotion from the other cells had forced me to cut short my conversation with poltergeist. From what I could gather from the murmurings of the other guards, one of the newbies had tried to break out, which in turn had started Lost on one of her frantic fits. Apparently she'd tried to charged herself through the bars of her cell. That either took a lot of guts or a lot of stupidity. I frowned slightly, watching Siege storm past. I was surprised Cross and Cameron hadn't been in on the chaos too, it wasn't like them not to get involved when one of their sisters started acting up.

"Show's over boys, keep moving 'kay?" I said to the others, waving them away. One of the guards seemed to linger by Lost's cell. As I walked down I noticed he was talking to her, but that wasn't the only conversation taking place. Cross, having gained a brief moment of sanity, was talking to her 'sister' Cameron. Leaning back against the wall, just out of sight, I listened in. It was so rare to catch Cross in a spell of sanity that I wanted to enjoy the most of it.

“Don’t be sad. If you’re sad, then they’ve broken you! Freedom is closer then you think it is. You’re just in a cocoon; soon enough, you’ll have your wings and will fly again.”

I smiled. I hoped to God there was truth in those words.

"That's not nice. Doggie shouldn't spy on the dove when she is talking."

I looked over at Lost. "You know i've never liked that 'doggie' stuff."

She giggled. "Birds don't like doggies...they're messy and smell bad..."

"Lost..."

"The doggie is always loyal...never to bite the hand that feeds him..."

I stood up and walked over to the bars of her cell. "My only loyalty is to your sister and my family, you know that." I looked down the corridor. "Time for me to get some lunch. I might see what I can do about leftovers. Try not to hurt yourself Lost...birdies with broken wings have a hard time flying the nest..." And I left, nodding to the other guard as I passed him on the way to the cafeteria.

[kawaiispinel]

~*Cameron/Seraphim*~

~Though I don't know what tomorrow's bringing, I've got a singular impression things are moving too fast.~

I swore a blue streak. What was going on here? I was too stunned to do much of anything in the wake of the Lost-Seige- Crazy Boy fiasco, and I instantly regretted it. I was often a major part of those scuffles, at least verbally.

I stared at my bands sadly. But never physically.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead with the bottom of my hand. Too much chaos for one day. Way too much. Everything happened so fast in this place when things happened at all. Most days were boring, but every now and then...

Well, this happens...

And I remain blissfully sane, thank God, although I wonder if life would be easier if I just embraced the inevitable insanity and became just like Cross and Lost.

"Sister!" I vaguely heard a voice call, but I was too distracted by the fact that I was drowning in my own thoughts to reply. "Cameron!"

I opened my eyes to see Cross looking at me. “Don’t be sad.” She smiled. “If you’re sad, then they’ve broken you! Freedom is closer then you think it is. You’re just in a cocoon; soon enough, you’ll have your wings and will fly again.” Putting her hands together; she formed a butterfly and showed me from across the hall.

I laughed, high-pitched and bubby- a laugh that very rarely escaped me these days, but had been quite famous before I came here. "A butterfly or an angel?"

Cross shrugged. "Both have wings and both can fly. You'll fly someday."

"We'll all fly," I corrected gently. I glanced over to Lost who was brooding in her cell in the aftermath of what had happened. "Birds, butterflies, and angels..." I murmered.

"You miss the wind, don't you?" Cross nodded sagely. I looked at the white band around my wrist again, a contemplative smile on my face.

"I do, indeed. The wind is my soul." I blinked, realizing how much that sounded like a silly phrase that Cross, herself, might mutter and laughed again. Cross also laughed.

"Your laugh is like sunshine," she giggled. "It makes this place brighter. Too dark." She shook her head. "Much too dark."

I silently agreed.

[Crystal Tears]

[font=Arial Narrow]+Cross+

Cross looked up at Cameron again; she peered as far down the hallways she could, making sure no guard was paying any real attention. Quickly, she scurried over to her pillow; bit her lip hard as she tried to stay on subject. Once her hand clenched the small object, she went back to the bars.

“Here sister!” Cross smiled, tossing across the hallway a small golden wrapper. “There’s four pieces, give two to Lost. It always makes her happy.” She instructed as the golden wrapper landed at the back of Cameron’s cell.

She then un-wrapped her own shred of golden tinfoil, revealing 2 more pieces; which was actually chocolate. Making sure no guard was watching, she hastily gobbled it down, savouring the last piece’s taste.

Cross smiled, leaning against the bar. Her eyes wandered all over her cell as she allowed a brief moment of insanity in her mind. It was a relief actually, thinking normally was such a task, letting yourself be a bit un-stable was much more fun, and easy. You didn’t have to focus; you just said what came to your mind. As the moment passed, Cross looked at her sister again.

“Like it?”

[Bulbasaur4]

[size=4][font=impact]ZIA04

.: Lost | F :.

[color=royalblue]
After the interaction with the one Lost had called, "Panther", she had a brief moment with Ryoss. He never had liked Lost's little reasoning for calling him Doggie... but it was the way she was. She often applied nick names to people and they had no idea why she had labeled them so. Was it because they reminded her of some one else? Was it because she thought the animal personafied them? Or was it a memory that for some reason connected all of the above? No one seemed to figure it out... but that was the way Lost was.
" Little birdies cannot get their wings clipped if they are already broken..." Lost whispered to herself, as she watched him go. However, there then was another voice. Rising upwards in her cell, she saw that the Wolf had awoken. She smiled gently at him, although he perhaps could not see. He eventually asked who she was... to which she responded that she was the birdie, but she was known as Zia.
"But everyone else... all of us little ones in cages... they call me Lost." She said in addition, giving a slight bow. "What does Wolf call himself?"
"My name is Alex."
"Wolf calls himself Alex, and his other is Loki."
"I'm not that!" Alex suddenly said loudly, but silence soon followed. "What... what happened? I don't remember."
Lost placed her hands together and intertwined her fingers as she seemed to calm herself down. She rose to her feet and soon walked over to the poorly made square-contraption that was called "a bed". Sitting down upon it, she remained silent once more before speaking.
" The one known as Loki was filled with rage. He lashed out against the door several times before the one known as Siege came silenced him. He beat Loki back into his cell and then commanded that Loki be placed into a sleepy state with tranquilization."
There was no response this time... only silence, and Lost some how knew that Alex was fighting his own demons. Lost closed her eyes briefly, then suddenly her demeanor seemed to change as she rose from her bed and swiftly scurried barefoot across her cell room's floor. She had heard Seraphim, and happily she saw Seraphim.
"Here Lost... a gift from Cross." Seraphim glanced down the hallways again before chucking a shiny gold object across and into her cell. Lost didn't look at what entered her cell, but she gave a nod.
" Tell thy dear sister of mine thanks... " Lost said, giving a light nod and then allowing a soft smile to spread across her lips. Slowly she then went over to the golden piece upon the floor and kneeling down, she picked it up. Clasping it in her palm, she went and sat upon her bed. Opening the beautiful foil she saw two pieces of chocolate. Looking across the room she saw the kicked box in her room, and she happily cooed to herself.

Taking one piece, she happily plopped into her mouth. Carefully however she wrapped the other piece tightly and then hid it within the nook of her bed. Slowly she then crawled all the way into her bed and rested her back against the wall, sitting upon her bed with a contented smile. She let the flavor wash over her dry tongue as she felt an inner piece by the chocolate. The flavor was so wonderful... and it reminded her of happier days. They were brief and short days... but she remembered the brief moments of happiness.
"Happy... one cannot lose their memory of happy..." Lost whispered to herself as she kept the chocolate beneath her tongue, slowly seeping out the flavor. She hummed softly to herself, and slowly an aroma of sweet perfume lingered in the air. It was almost the perfect essense of perfume... not being too sweet and yet being just right in the amount. A memory and scent of flowers and spring seemed to dance upon the air... a perfume of happier times.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Dr. Emma Lathe
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I sighed heavily. A death would not bode well for anyone, but least of all the people forced to stay locked up here, though I devoutly hoped it was a staff-member. "I swear, I'll not tell a soul, dear, but I do have to go do some investigating, so I'll talk to you again some other time," I said before standing up from the cot and leaving the cell, closing the door softly behind me. No sooner had a started to walk than I heard a loud thumping noise, like flesh against metal, which was something heard quite often in this place, but it seemed to have more power in it than normal. Stepping up my pace, I saw a group of guardsmen, including that dreaded Seige, swiftly silence the boy making the trouble. I sighed again. It was a pity he hadn't been the one murdered today, for his obscene preference to violence made him more likely to kill me than talk to me, and he certainly wouldn't be a help in my plan to take over the place. Again, I'd gotten lost in my thoughts, and the guardsmen had dispersed. I could hear Cross, Lost, and Cameron occasionally exchanging words, and I nearly ignored it, but I heard something unusual

“There’s four pieces, give two to Lost. It always makes her happy," I heard Cross say. She said something that made sense--complete sense, as she threw an item over to Cameron--and then followed up with a question; "Like it?" I rushed up to her cell, and found her leaning against the bars, looking at her, and she seemed quite strained, and I could see bite marks on her lip. I couldn't help but smile a bit. At least she could try, that was a wonderful start. I wanted to stay and talk to her now, but I had the more pressing business of death to look into, and so I headed back to my office.

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Groaning in frustration, I slapped the side of my monitor. I had only found a small portion of what I had been looking for--the roster for staff evaluations was one person short of when she had checked it that morning, but she could find no record of what had happened or to whom. "I suppose I should be happy it wasn't one of them..." said under my breath as I sighed yet again. Much more of that and I was going to sigh my lungs out. I shrugged to myself and quickly filled out Shan's evaluation sheet to show that he was normal for himself, though the current dosage of drugs appeared a bit too much. I knew he wouldn't be pleased with the last part, but if they kept increasing his dosage like that, they'd make him overdose. I stood up and placed his evaluation sheet in my "Outgoing" pile of papers before grabbing sheets for Cross, Lost, and Cameron. They would not normally have been next on my list, but with the show of will I'd seen from Cross, I wanted to see what her and those near her were thinking. As I started out the door of my office, I glanced again at the lab coat on my coat rack and paused. It would burn nicely later on, I decided, and closed the door before walking off, feeling unusually better.

[Mystic_clown]

Um, Ace, Siege does have powers. Super strength and healing (he's pretty much like Nosferatu).

Spectre
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Spectre had pretty much ignored all the commotion going on outside. He knew whoever was trying to get out would fail miserably. Everyone had simply tried breaking down the door, but there'd be always guards on the other side...and Siege.

He couldn't worry about that now, he needed to get on with the plan.

Poltergiest.

"Yeah?

hast du schon gegessen?

"Nr., warum?"

Deine Nahrung nicht essen. Sie mit dir holen, wenn sie uns heraus für excersise holen.

He could tell she was a bit confused.

"Wird sie mich lassen?"

Ja. Sie sehen keinen Schaden in ihm.

"Aber warum?"

Ich erkläre dann.


Translation time!
-Polgergiest
-Yeah?
-Have you eaten yet?
-No, why?
-Don't eat the food. Take it with you when they bring us out for excercise.
-Will they let me?
-Yes. They see no harm in it.
-But why?
-I'll explain then.

[Ghost]

John/Torch
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God I hate this place,John thought, sitting on his cot, waiting for something eventful to happen. But for the days he had been here, nothing really excited had happened. He would sit on his cot, watching and listening in on conversations, or he would sit in the corner of his room, bashing his fists against the wall. He had not spoken to anyone since he was here, barely using his voice except to scream or talk to himself. It seemed as if everyone had their own little room, and he was just an outcast. His skin was still burning from the damp air, it seemed as if the water would never go away. Would he ever stop being tormented?

Looking outside of his cell, he could of thought he saw Cross throw something across the room. It was golden... But he couldn't quite tell what. He shook away the thought, and decided that he wanted to shed a bit more bled. He waited for the person to walk by, obviously not a staff, but maybe a doctor? He could probably use someone like that to talk too. He somewhat limped over to the blood-stained wall, and nearly collapsed down to the ground. He took one last look at his beaten down knuckles, and then started to pound on the wall. He didn't care how bad it hurt him physically, because it sure as hell didn't hurt him mentally. All of the rage that he had stored up inside of him started to come out, and his pounding upon the wall became harder and harder. He thought of all the things that had happened here, everything that he had done in his place, everything he had done before-

And all of the sudden, he felt his rage consumed him. Trying to stop himself, he stumbled over to the mirror, and looked at himself. His eyes were blood red, and then... a small flame ignited in his palm.

God damnit, he had gone too far. If anyone walked by, he would be screwed. He quickly ran over to the sink, and painfully stuck his hand under the water. The flame was quickly put out, but John let out a scream of pain. He turned around and clutched his fist, and punched the nearest wall again, letting out a curse of "GOD DAMNIT!"

He fell back onto the ground and was still clutching his fist. It still burned, and he stumbled upwards to his cot. His mind still burning with rage, and slowly started to cry. The tears stung his face, but he didn't care. All he cared about now was that the guards didn't come. He slowly started to reassure himself, as he knew that they wouldn't come, seeing as they had to go outside soon to exercise. Thank the lord.

[Crystal Tears]

*is bored*

[font=Arial Narrow]+Cross+

It wasn’t un-usual for someone to cry out in pain, not at all. But some things were more understandable then others, Cross was prone to hurting herself. She would sing while she did it as well. It was her release from her mind, either side, insane or sane. She’d be free, it seemed apart of her liked pain, liked the feel of the red liquid that poured from her arms uncontrollably.
Many asked her why she did it, she would answer sometimes, but to them, her answers never made sense. She liked here answers; people were just too lazy to think anymore. It was ironic; someone like Cross saying how people think too much, well maybe she thought to little.

“They have their wings but no body…” Cross thought, tapping her foot onto the cement floor.

Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap

That’s all she needed, the rest her mind did. Closing herself off from the world around her, she stared blankly at the wall. She could hear everything, guitars, drums, and any other instrument needed to make music. It’s what parents would define as loud, obnoxious music with no meaning, but if you listened there was sanity in it.

“Push me away… Make me fall…” Her voice carried through the halls, it was quite lovely, she remember when she used to sing, and her parents loved it when she sung. They had said she could’ve been a famous vocalist, but her heart had chosen with the music only ‘rejected’ kids listen to… “Just to see another side of me…”

”Come now Sakura! Sing your song!”

“Push me away, you can’t see…”

”That was lovely Sakura!”

“What I see…” The tune left her now, as footsteps were extremely close to her now. She was nearly out of her trance. “The other side of me…”

Daddy was laying there, his body torn apart by what looked like claw marks. His body mutilated, and thrown into a horrible position that wasn’t usually possible.

“Daddy?” Sakura whimpered, tears beginning to stream down her face. She looked at her hands; covered in blood, with bits of flesh clinging to her nails. “Mom?” She questioned, looking over at her mother who was trembling as men entered the house. “Mom…”

Cross tore her head away from the wall, only a few tears dripped down her cheeks, as a sweet scent of what remind her of spring entered her nostrils. It was from Lost no doubt, she was happy. The un-stable girl smiled, leaning against the bars once more and closing her eyes as years continued to drip down her cheeks.

“If you are happy… Then I can’t be sad.”

“Cross?”

Opening her eyes, she blinked. It was the doctor, she was always nice, which was why Cross wasn’t having a fit about her being in her precious ‘bubble’. Continuing to blink, Cross just stared at her.

She muttered something under her breath before looking back at Cross. “Do you know who I am?”

Cross giggled; of course she knew who she was! “Doctor.” She answered, which was remarkable, Cross had never actually remember who she was or what she did in this facility. “Doctor Emma Lathe, Head Psychologist of this…” She thought for a second, trying to remember what some of the other members had called it. “…Hellhole.” Cross bit her lip again, almost making it bleed, but she was only nervous because she didn’t remember if she was right or not.

[Shizo]

Yeeha. Post 50.

Shan Shayna
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She left. Shan was worried about what sort of 'investigating' Dr. Lathe was planning on doing. Maybe he should have said nothing, or just made something up about the drugs or the food or the air. Death couldn't be a new thing here, but deliberate death...well, Shan supposed it couldn't really be worse than a 'failed test.' The door closed behind her, but it didn't shut out the newly risen sounds of somebody hitting something very, very hard; hard as in they were hitting it with a great deal of force. It was probably someone new who was actually on the way of breaking out of at least their cell. Not that it would last long. The sound of bootsteps overlaid the strike of flesh on metal, and then silenced it. Shan sighed. It was probably Siege. Siege was supposed to be one of them, a subject. He had powers, but he also decided, or was at least convinced, to help the staff maintain order. Logically, it was a smart thing for the scientists to do. The restraints and drugs weren't foolproof; it would be necessary to have someone with the strengths of those you wished to subdue on your side. Shan didn't care much for cold logic. Siege was perpetuating this cruelness and insanity as one who should grasp at least partially what we're going through. He didn't even have the excuse the staff had of turning a blind eye to 'the freaks' and what happened to them, since he was one of the aforementioned 'freaks' himself. That's what worried Shan about being thought of as another Siege, another staff minion. Just the thought of the others believing that he would help the staff with this...experiment...He'd prefer having people know the full extent of his life before here than to think he'd ignore and add to the suffering. Really, there was no reason to believe they would think like that, but the total blindness of losing his powers to the drugs had made him a bit paranoid to what others thought of him.

He sighed and watched as a guard slid in a tray of nutrients. Shan couldn't bring himself to call it food. He picked up the tray and cautiously sniffed. Before, he had very little cash, so he only bought a small amount of food at a time that he pecked at sparingly. Nothing was thrown out until the point directly before a hazmat team would be best qualified to dispose of it. In the face of his previous eating habits, this slop wasn't much better, but at least he was trained in downing as much as he felt safe to eat without choking it back up. He pushed the tray away and lied back on his cot. The number one problem with this place wasn't the tests or the guard brutality; it was the boredom that almost made you look forward to the bad things as breaks in the monotony. Of course, when the torture started, all you wanted was monotony again.

The drugs were beginning to fade, but not enough for him to hear more than a scream of pain from farther down the hall. He couldn't place the voice. Shan rested his bandaged hand on his chest and stared up at the exposed ceiling, planning on sleeping until they let the subjects out for exercise. As his eyes began to close, he wondered if he should try being difficult again.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

This one'll be short, I've got three psychologic evals to do, afterall ;P

Dr. Emma Lathe
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I knew it would be a difficult session as soon as I entered Cross's cell. She had been slamming herself into the walls again, and I couldn't help but curse under my breath at the sight of blood. The staff would love this excuse to punish her some more, and I almost sighed again. I formally introduced myself to her, once again, though I was troubled by my inability to accurately describe Ashford. I had settled on hellhole, since that was more or less what it was, and what everyone considered it to be, but it had the potential to be a haven, and I wanted to be a part of that haven. I always make my thoughts too complicated. I smiled at Cross's innocently nervous look, but glanced at her lip and shook my head a bit, hoping she would recognize my request to stop. Whether she recognized it or not, I wasn't sure, but she did indeed stop, and started swaying a bit, as though she were on the verge of jumping up and tearing around the cell. "Cross, dear, you should take better care of your body. I know you don't like these walls," I said, pausing thoughtfully, but quickly, hoping to keep her attention, "but you have to be in good shape if you want to get out of them on your own."

"I'm not alone," she said wistfully, her eyes darting off in several directions while her head tipped back and forth.

"That's right," I said quietly, "you have your sisters. But they may have to leave you alone..." I finished, though it was a drifting sort of finish to a statement, meant to cause the patient to think. I hoped she would bring herself back into focus long enough for me to get some sort of idea of what she was thinking.

[Drusilla]

Poltergeist
Here's to the dreams burned like gasoline

[color=silver]"So, that was all very exciting, eh Alex?" I asked the poor kid sitting across from me. He muttered something, but I didn't catch it. "Hey," I put my hand on his, sincerly feeling for the guy. "I can totally understand... well, I can understand the helpless feeling."

"No, you can't..." he hissed, clearly wanting to be left alone. I fixed him with a stoney glare.

"I don't mean the helplessness of being caged like some animal. I know the helplessness of not knowing who or what you are. Not knowing when that other part of you is going to rise to the surface and brush you aside," I said quietly. The question lingered in his eyes. "I recognize it in someone else, kiddo. I have too many facets myself... but they all reflect the same light." I shrugged. "Most just think I'm crazy. Maybe I am, I can't remember. I don't know what my life was before this... maybe it's a blessing. But I do know that, if I got the chance to get out of here... I would still have nothing." I glanced over at Spectre, who met my gaze. "All I am is the person of the now. My past is lost, my future unknown. This is the only life I've known... so many here feel loss because of memories and knowledge of what they once had. I got here, oh, a year or two ago. I think. I can't even keep track of the time of day, much less how many go by. I don't even know if the creatures that keep us locked up know who I am. I'm just a restless ghost..."

I fell silent, sinking into my own thoughts. Spectre had some plan, a plan that didn't make any sense to me at this point. Sure, everyone else wanted out... I sometimes thought I did. Where would I go? I had no name, no story, no past... you can't have a future without a past. I was stuck at a crossroads indefinately because I didn't know which direction I came from so I could know which way to go. I only existed in one dimension, the present. If I could help the others escape, then fine. But I had no personal reason to go along with anything... But if I could make a difference for the others, then my own half existance be damned.

[Ace64]

Siege

They go through enough already, did you really need to use that much force?

Arsenal's comment stayed with him, as he found his usual seat in the lounge and settled back. Absently, he pulled a small, maroon rag from a nearby desk and ran it along Gospel, wiping its metallic surface clean of spittle...and blood. Rather troublesome, the blood. When he had first bought the rag, it had been a pristine white. Now, the maroon shade wouldn't come out, no matter how many times it was washed. Despite that, it was still effective for polishing Gospel.At least it didn't smudge.

They go through enough.

He doesn't understand, Siege thought to himself, staring into space. Out in the real world... three-fourths of the lunatics here wouldn't last a day. Hell, even if they were sane. They were too unpredictable, liable to kill you as soon as look at you. And the other quarter...if they were released... He pondered the idea for a moment, turning Gospel over in his hands to view his handiwork.

If the other fourth were released, then they would concentrate on freeing the others. Yes. That much was true. Some of them didn't have the goddamn sense to realize that if they cared only about themselves, they could escape that much quicker. No, it was either all or nothing with guys like these. No child left behind and all that. Stupidity.

Was an escape possible? No, he decided, placing the rag back inside the drawer with a SNAP. At least, not on their own. A very delicate balance of power ruled this Asylum. Drugs was part of it, staff was part of it, HE was part of it. But the balance could sway so very easily. He was aware of some of the guards' dislike with how he did things, but was content to let it stand. But if the dosage of the drugs were lessened...if the guards' position could sway...

Then we're fucked.

Did you really need to use that much force?

If there was an escape however, he would finally recieve the opportunity to use Gospel to its full lethal capacity. A chilling grin appeared upon his lips, envisioning the sight of punching a hole through some hapless lunatic. It could happen. One thing's for sure- if such a thing ever happened, there would be many chances for lethal force. We're the last vanguard against the rest of the world. Keepers. Hounds. Trusties.

Dawson approached him, snapping him out of his reverie. "Siege?"

"Hhn?"

"The kid from before- his hair changed. He's blond again- I just passed by him. Pretty out of it."

"Yeah, split personalities," Siege said. He had glanced at the files. Dawson started to leave, but Siege called him back. "Listen Dawson, play time for the boys and girls is coming. Make sure we have plenty of extinguishers on hand...just in case." He jerked a finger towards the hall. "The Human Torch down there, along with a few others, tend to get explosive. Better for all of us to stay out of sight."

"Right," Dawson nodded in agreement. "I know how easy some of them can get set off." Dawson moved off, leaving Siege to his thoughts.

[Crystal Tears]

[font=Arial Narrow]+Cross+

Now she was completely lost, her lip quivered and she began to whimper, many thoughts entered her mind of how to actually react to what the doctor had just said. It upset her, which immediately caused tears to stream down Cross’s face, but it hadn’t upset her enough to get her to go back into the dither.

“But…” Cross was confused; as all the answers jumbled together she looked straight into the doctors eyes, and was completely sane. “We all have wings, why wouldn’t we fly together?” She seemed confused, Cross didn’t blame her, she was searching for the proper way to say it, but she didn’t know how. Angered, Cross began to lightly scratch as her wrist. “We would always go together, its only right. Never leave anyone behind…” Huffing Cross tilted her head as she scratched harder. “It wouldn’t be the right thing to do...”

“Have you ever felt alone?”

Cross stopped. “Yes… I feel alone all the time, concrete walls and bars separate me from my friends…” Her eye twitched slightly. “Feeling alone in a cage while others who are mean wandered outside them, they laugh, and poke at you, trying to find some stupid cure for something that isn’t even a disease…” She fiddled mindlessly a bit with her hair as she tried to stay calm. “I feel alone every day when they come here… You people who get to be on the other side of the bars… Don’t know what it feels like… You don’t know the true meaning or feeling of ‘alone’.”

She lost it, wrapping the blanket tighter around her herself, she dug her nail deeper into her wrist until it bled. The liquid poured out onto the floor, and stained her blanket. She kept her nail in her wrist.

“If we run away…” Cross began. “Would you come with us?” She questioned honestly, tilting her head slightly. Not even feeling her own nail burried in her wrist.

[kalad1]

Dennis Alexander "Alchemist"
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I hummed a nameless tune to myself as commotion occured, it always did every so often, someone would try to escape, kill one of the staff, or all sorts of other 'occurences' would happen. I didn't look up until I heard the tramping of boots, and the click-clack of shoes outside. Sitting up, I waited as the doors opened, asking, "How may I help you, gentlemen?"

"Quit being a smartass, Alchemist, you're a lucky man. You get to skip recess, one of the docs has requested you personally for your own special evaluation." The lead guard stated, obviously a hard man, built like a brick wall.

I smiled in a nice, sane manner, replying, "Very well then, lead the way."

We walked through the halls, and I thought rather loudly, Specter, if you can hear this, I'm being taken to some special evaluation, I won't be let out with the rest of you, something's up. I just prayed that the unusual activity would have caught his interest and his attention, causing him to hear me.

I entered the shaded room, an armed guard obviously ready to use lethal force should I try anything. I sat in the provided chair, waiting for something to happen. I didn't have to wait long before the door opened and a balding person in a lab coat entered, just some random staff member.

"Greetings, Dennis, or should I call you Alchemist?" He asked in a suprisingly mild mannered tone.

"Call me what you like." I replied, "To what do I owe the pleasure of this session?"

"One of the security personell requested we evaluate you, said you were, and I quote, 'Trouble waitin' to happen.' So, we are here, shall we get to the questions?"

I sighed and nodded, either someone had felt I was getting to friendly, or they had a grudge, either way, this was going to be either mind numbingly boring or VERY irritating.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Dr. Emma Lathe
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I finally gave in and sighed again, smiled sadly, and set my clipboard down. I rested my hands on hers and pulled them apart before pressing down on the new wound. "I'd love to go with you, dear, but I have something I need to do, and until then, I have to stay and fight. You've got to stay and fight, too, Cross, but only for a little while, I hope," I knew I had trailed off, but I needed to keep her focus as best I could. "You make sure you take care of yourself, and take care of your sisters when the time comes," I said, pulling my hand away from her wrist enough to see that it had stopped bleeding. I stood back up and picked up my clipboard with my clean hand. "I have to go talk to your sisters now, Cross," I added, "Try to take care of yourself, for their sake," and walked out, closing the cell door softly behind me. I knew that Cameron had been watching me talking to Cross, but I doubted that she heard what I had said, though if she had, I'd know soon enough. The time for the guards to let everyone out for exercise was nearing, and I hoped to talk to Lost at least a little bit beforehand, since I hadn't seen how she reacted in that environment yet--I was supposed to take my lunch break when they were let out for exercise. I snapped out of my reverie to realise that a guard had offered me a handkerchief, and I took it to get as much of the blood off my hand as possible before I started scratching on my clipboard with a pen, though I kept Cross's ability to focus to myself. Afterall, I didn't want someone thinking that the horrible treatment they were giving her made her better. I let myself sigh again, and moved to Lost's cell, hoping I would be able to make her feel comfortable with me. "Hello, there," I said softly, seeing that she was lying down. I noticed that the air around her cell smelled faintly of perfume, and hoped that meant I had chosen a good time.

[Bulbasaur4]

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Here you go Ace... I think you need some help with the 'baddie staffer' rap. lol


Name: Liz Oblaso AKA Hunter
Subject Number: Unknown
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Subject or staff: Staff
Appearance: Liz stands about 5'8 and has a very graceful build. Her body is toned and solid, but evenly proportioned so that she has a rather slim build. Her skin is a golden-ripe tan and shimmers slightly with her body, matching her raven-black hair that reaches past her shoulders. Liz has piercing honey-flecked eyes of gold, that tend to look wolfish and always seem quite menacing. She usually wears a tight white sleeveless shirt that hugs about her chest and upper torso, but exposes a small portion of her defined lower abdomen. About her lower half she wears spandex-like shorts, but all of her clothing is very flexible and easily breathes with her movement.
The thing that really defines Liz however... is a few trademark things. She has tiger-like stripes about her body, including along her cheek bone line and jawline (these stripes are about half as many as a real tiger would have and are thicker however). She also almost always crouches when she 'sits' and she prefers to "run" on all fours, and she is surprisingly quick at it.
Personality: Hunter's personality is basically animalistic. She understands human speech and knows basic human concepts, but beyond that she understands little. She sees things as 'black and white' and does not understand greater human concepts of work, morals and such like that. She takes orders with fierce loyalty and knows only what she has been taught.
Weapon: Herself?
Power: Hunter's powers are animalistic. She has heightened senses of smell, sight and hearing along with extreme agility.
History: Liz's powers developed at a very early age for her. She was an orphan and when her powers manifested, swiftly her foster parents notified the proper officials. Eventually after long trials and tribulations, it was noted that she had an 'x factor' gene which manifested into powers. Soon she was experimented upon and was thrusted into the hands of the military. The military wanted to carve her powers the way they wanted her to use them... and after several years of training and torture, they finally created her into the 'creature' they wanted her to be. She has forgotten her past and only knows the basic things perhaps any animal would know. She follows orders to a fault and does not hesitate to do what she is commanded. She is fierce and has no distinction over what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'- only what her master commands. She was used for many successful military excursions, until they gained knowledge about the 'Ashford Asylum'. Interested in what fruit it could bare (perhaps more like Liz), they contributed a great deal of money to the research and techniques and also sent Liz along. She is meant to be a reinforcer and they have assigned her to follow the orders of Siege. (Hope you don't mind Ace...)
Relations: Listens to the order of Siege and no one else.
Other: Liz AKA Hunter will follow of Siege because the military trained her to follow the orders of the one who wears the 'key'. The 'key' is a long necklace with a tag upon it with a few symbols... and the tag emits a scent as well so Liz can always find the commander.

HUNTER

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Hunter's golden eyes flashed a snarly glare at the guards she passed as she walked through the asylum doors. Of course, by 'walking' she more so did an animalistic crawl, but not upon her knees but rather her feet and hands. She could walk like a human if ordered... but this way was more natural, this way they had more control. She was following a large man in a uniformed suit, and he swiftly walked by the guards with a commanding tone and a very authoritive stance. Eventually he stopped and Hunter stopped by his side as well, flashing her gaze up ahead to see a man walking their way. He carried a very large golden weapon with him as well... and she could tell by instinct that his demeanor was confident, much like her 'commander' now. He stopped in front of her commander and seemed to look at him with a calm and cool manner, unlike the guards who seemed bewildered and slightly frightened.
" Siege, correct?" The man spoke, and Siege gave a nod.
" We have talked to the Asylum and I am sure they have told you about our interest in this facility. In any case, we have heard a lot about you and your aid to the control and order of Ashford. However, we would like to aid you and this place with what we can... and in doing so, we have Hunter here." The man wavered his head down to the 'pet' at his side, and she simply looked at Siege with a scrutinizing gaze. Despite her demeanor and stripes... she was quite an exotic beauty. Her long raven hair was dangling about her shoulders as her skin glistened in the light, her figure being shown defined through her tight clothing.
"As long as you wear this... she will listen to any command you have issued. I hope you have read the files we sent you... they should contain all the information about her, to give you a better understanding of her strengths and history. If you have any problems or concerns, notify me."
With that, the man took off the necklace and handed it to Siege.


[ laaadeee daa.... ]

[Ace64]

Ah thank goodness. Just when I was beginning to wonder if the only thing holding back a mass revolt was poor ol' Seige...thanks Bulba!

Siege

The chain was a curious thing, like a odd looking dog tag. Inscribed into the metal was not a name or a number, but words that seemed to be in another language. Carefully, he took the chain and draped it over his neck, placing it securely inside of his shirt. He caught an odd scent on the tag as it passed his nostrils...and he noticed Hunter's gaze shifting almost imperceptibly to him. Her handler nodded, as if this was expected.

"Very good. Any other questions you may have can be found in the files that I have sent you. Good day, and good luck.We have many expectations about this project, that I am sure you will fulfill." The man turned his back and walked back down the hallway, unperturbed by the cells around him, or their cellmates. Siege's gaze dropped from the man's back to Hunter. It was a bit unnerving, (even for what he had witnessed) to see this girl watching him the way a dog might... or rather, a wildcat.

Still, in the hall, in the sight of the inmates, it wasn't good to show it. There would be time for thought later. He nodded to Hunter, and turned her back on her, walking back down the hallway. The girl followed, loping along on all fours, keeping a close but respectful distance to her handler.

[Mystic_clown]

Spectre
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The sickly psychic watched as Siege and his new 'pet' left the cell block. Spectre was curious about this one. She acted like an animal, but was this intentional. Did they do something to her or was it willingly?

He was too ill to ponder these questions. He was more concerned with Poltergiest at the moment. She had told him long ago that she had no recollection of her past and for some reason, Spectre almost wanted to help her remember as much as she wanted to remember. He wasn't sure why though.

"Poltergiest," he whispered over to her, he was still too ill to use telepathy. Poltergiest was a bit amazed that he was actually speaking and not telepathically.

"Yeah?"

"You still got your food?" Spectre didn't feel like speaking in German, he was still reeling from the drugs. Poltergiest nodded and showed him her bowl. He took hers and swapped it with his own.

"What are you?"

"You know as well as I do that they slip drugs in our food."

"Don't they put the same drugs in yours too?"

"Not this time. They went overboard with the drugs after the experiment." Poltergiest had clearly noticed Spectre's ailment, but now she knew why.

"But wait a minute? Wouldn't taking anymore..."

"I'm willing to take that risk. We need to get your powers back."

"But why?"

"I"ll explain later. Someone's coming."

The twowent quiet and began eating out of their bowels as a guard passed.

[Bulbasaur4]

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[size=4][font=impact]ZIA04

.: Lost | F :.

The scent continued to flourish in the air, which only made Lost close her eyes and recollect the few memories of happiness she had. She could almost imagine herself there... outside in a field of flowers, picking them and laughing happily with her parents. However, a few sounds caused her eyes to open and her head to turn ever so slightly to see a familiar woman outside her cell. She slowly allowed herself in as she greeted Lost, seeming a bit tentative. Not in fear... no, she didn't really fear Lost. She seemed to be apprehensive... perhaps she had already known Lost's tendancy to ignore or pretend to be drugged state with other staff members.
"Hello." Lost replied to her, not moving but keeping herself in her lying down position. Her head was halfway off the bed, her blonde hair billowing over the edge as her eerie white-blue eyes stared intently at the woman.
" May I talk to you for a moment?" Emma said, and Lost gave an upside down nod. Emma came closer and sat upon the bed next to Lost, a move that few would dare do with any of the cells. Lost turned her head to look at her, feeling perhaps impressed or a bit faintly happy that someone was willing to get close to her without pain.
"How are you feeling today?" Emma asked, to which Lost seemed to grow a smile. Emma had caught her at a rare moment- one of her moments at which Lost was fully understandable- almost to a point where the language she used and the manner at which she spoke went far beyond her age.
" This morning I was met with the doctor who calls himself, 'daddy' in my presense. He knows it fills me with rage... and it was expected that I grew so angry that the lights exploded and a few pipes broke. The one pipe was filled with large boiling pressurized water... and it boiled a guard. Then I woke in my cell again, and I was sad so I brought the mist of dew. I don't try to though... the firey phoenix did not like my coming of water and it made me even more sad. Then the Silence came and hurt myself and the one who calls himself Alex. Then my sister... Cross, the little dove, she gave me chocolate through Seraphim. I liked it a lot... it made me remember... " Lost's voice trailed off as her eyes seemed to spin slightly as she withdrew a breath, as if recalling another memory.
" What did you remember?"
Lost returned her gaze at Emma. "It made me remember when I was happy... but it was so long ago."

[-/Deathborn/-]

Setzer Maringber=The 5th

A second ago, I fainted. Another 15 hours to sleep on.
Of course, it was ALWAYS longer than 15, thanks to those know-it-all's known as mad scientists. They never cared for that I needed 15 hours to sleep before they could really poke and prod at me. They do it all within 5 minutes anyway. Besides, even if they do find something, it won't be much to put down on paper. I heard footsteps, a lot of them. I knew a couple of the other subjects were staring at me, well, not much to be done about that. Soon enough, I was being dragged on my feet. That's one hour added. After a couple minutes of pondering what they'll do to me this time.
Oh, and that's another hour for crashing me on the table! Sheesh, won't they ever get it right? Then again, I thought that they never cared about...erm...subject rights?
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Short, but in a hurry.

[Samchu]

Ryoss
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Lunchtime was one of the few pleasures I allowed myself at the asylum. It was my chance to get away from everything that was going on in the cells. For the briefest of moments I could pretend that everything was okay, that I was back home with my mum and things were how they should be. They never would be. Not as long as this place existed. Someday I was going to change all that. I'd take Cross and her sisters and we'd leave this place. I sighed. No, I couldn't do that. I couldn't leave any of them behind. It was all or none. But how I was gonna do that I had no idea. Sighing, I proded at my sandwich uninterested. It'd be time to take them out of their cells soon, 'exercise' they called it. Observation was more like it.

The door to the staff cafteria swung open, crashing against the steel wall with a thunderous clash. I looked up from my meal to see Siege enter with a new girl...well woman...She was a peculiar sight, no doubt about it. Walking on all fours like an animal, she almst seemed more like a pet to Siege than anything else. It was unnerving to say that least. In Ashford, Siege was the one person you'd never dream of crossing. He'd tear you apart sooner than look at you. In some ways, he was crazier than some of the patients.

He caught my gaze and walked over, each footstep echoing menacingly in the quiet room. I gulped down a bite of apple and tried to hold my gaze.

"Ryoss..."

"Siege. Is that a new partner?" I figured if I kept him talking I wouldn't managed to somehow piss him off.

"This is hunter. She's going to help us keep watched over the subjects."

"I see. Hello Hunter."

A quick flash crossed her gaze. "Hello."

Siege grunted and I turned my attention back to him. "Start taking the subjects out for their exercise. Start with Seraphim, but leave her sisters."

"I'm not sure that's wise -"

"I didn't ask for an opinion."

I frowned slightly. I wasn't stupid enough to try and cross him but I wanted to try and get some idea as to what was going on inside that fat head of his. "I'll get her as soon as I've finished eating."

In a flash, he raised his weapon an sent it crashing down into the table. It cracked and folded under the pressure, laying in split pieces smothered in the squishy remains of my meal.

"Now," he growled.

I gulped down a lump in my throat. "Y-yes sir..." And scampered outside into the corridor before angering him further. Taking a moment to compose myself, I made my way down to Cameron's cell. The doctor, the nice one whose name I couldn't remember, was visiting Lost. I walked past silently and opened up Cameron's cell. There was the faintest smell of chocolate wafting about the cell. I knew Cross had shared the chocolate I'd given her yesterday and I didn't mind. It was comforting to think I might be bringing some happiness to some of the patients here.

"Hello Cameron."

She watched me cautiously. "Ryoss never comes to me...he prefers Cross better..."

"Doesn't mean I can't pay you a little visit now and then. I'm under orders to take you for exercise. I think it's kinda early personally but there you go."

I saw her gaze drift longingly to Cross' cell across the hallway and Lost's cell beside her.

"You know I can't take the three of you together. You'll have to wait for them to be let out later."

Cameron sighed gently and looked to the ceiling. "All together, all flying away together."

I took her hand gently and led her to the door slowly. "Someday Cameron. Come on, the sooner we get you outside the sooner you can be with your sisters again."

[Dr.McNinja]

(We think alike Bulba, I had this all ready for today and came to see that you had the same idea. The evil types need a bit of a boost)

Name: Dr. Kisanger

Subject Number: None

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Subject or staff: Staff

Appearance: Dr. Kisanger dresses like most any other scientist in Ashford Asylum. A white lab coat (occasionally stained by God knows what) covers most of his body so most never see the simple long sleeved green shirt and slacks he wears underneath it. His most pronounced feature is his face which could be described as “sharp”. His eyebrows seem to be perpetually tilted downwards and his somewhat long nose and incredibly long jawline only serve to enhance the image. He wears a typical pair of anime glasses (i.e they reflect light like crazy). His black hair is long and hangs in small clumps to about his shoulders.

Personality: Dr. Kisanger loves his research and his research only. The prices that others must pay in order for him to further that love do not matter to him. Subjects have entered his lab to never be seen again or, if they survive, to be but empty shells of their former selves. His manner is easy, despite his brutal techniques, and a sure sign of danger is sudden politeness that precludes most of his experiments. Kisanger will do anything to discover something new about the genetics of the subjects, after all it -is- in the name of Science.

Weapon: Sedation Drugs, a few other odds and ends he has developed.

Power: Revealing this would ruin a lot of his character. He -does- have some kind of power but I’m afraid that I can’t reveal exactly what it is for the sake of the character.

History: Dr. Kisanger lived a normal life before Ashford, normal for one who was marked as a scientific genius at the age of twelve that is. Attending one of the top research universities in the world, he was hired as a genetics researcher by Ashford after a few years of work at a more subdued genetics research facility. He has worked at Ashford since its creation and has made several breakthroughs in their research, at the cost of at least a dozen subject’s lives. Driving him is his intense, almost fanatical, want for knowledge and, by extension, power.

Relations: By his very nature Kisanger’s going to be an eventual target of Arsenal in his “purification” of Ashford. He has decent relations with the rest of the staff, he is neither extremely personable or standoffish. He respects Seige for his ability to keep the subjects he is working with in line and extends at least some of that respect to Hunter as well.

Other: Very few people have ever seen his entire lab and those that have are either dead, shattered, or disgusted.



(OOC: I'll wait for acceptance before posting as him)

Arsenal

Arsenal sat at the computer terminal in his quarters, typing instructions furiously. He had deactivated the survelliance bug he had found on the station almost immedietly after arriving (his MWS system locating and targetting it easily), and had opened up Ashford's directory of staff. Scrolling past those he knew to be generally intereseted in the good of mankind, and who showed little hostility towards the subjects, he slowed as certain names passed. Mentally he began to make a list, storing it in his neural computer's harddrive for later access. If he was going to purify Ashford he was going to need to make a heirarchy, find those that he knew needed to go and begin working up from the bottom until all were either turned to his point of view or eliminated. The scientists would be easy enough, with little combat training they would be sitting ducks when he came for them. It was the guards, most notably Seige and, Arsenal noted with a slight widening of his eyes, another subject turned guard who had just arrived codenamed Hunter.

Can't do it alone eh?

Arsenal shook his head, speaking into the air much to the confusion of Ares who was lounging on the warm tower of his computer, "At first maybe...but once it becomes obvious that people are dissapearing I'm going to need help. Can't let anyone escape and if Seige and this Hunter get to me before I can finish the weak ones off then I'll run out of time, assuming that I can take them in the first place."

Guess you're going to need a little help eh?

Frowning, Arsenal bought one of his hands up to stroke at his newly trimmed beard, still scrolling through the directory and making his internal list, "The subjects you mean? Sure, some might help me but what about those who just want to escape? I'm not going to let any of them go, and even if I do mange to make this hell comfortable enough to live in again, there'll still be those who won't want to stay."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. What you're proposing is better than what they have now by about...let's see...a couple thousand percent? Most'll help. Once they don't have to worry about dying or whatnot, then they'll start making their plans to escape, something you won't be letting them do.


Leaning forward to deactivate his console, his mental list had been completed, Arsenal scooped up Ares and deposited the sleeping cat on his shoulder where, against all odds and laws of physics, the cat rested quite stably. Grabbing his cloak from its hook, Arsenal swept it over his shoulder and quickly marched out of his room, leaving it dark behind him. There had to be someone planning an escape attempt, there always was, maybe this time he'd offer them an alternative. It wouldn't be exactly what they wanted but it would offer them at least a chance of succeeding. As he marched out of the guard's section of the facility and into the cell block, Arsenal soon paused at one of the tiny holding cells. After Lost's comment to him, she had been distracted by another of the subjects, leaving Arsenal to watch mournfully for a moment before moving on. Now however her words came back to him. Softly he murmered to himself, "She gave me a name..."

Decisively, Arsenal turned and peered into the small opening into the cell. To his suprise, Lost was speaking to another one of the staff members. Mentally, Arsenal identified her, "Dr. Emma Lathe, not on the list."

What a convenient coincidence. We might make two allies here...

Clearing his throat, Arsenal unlocked the door with his pass key and stood unthreateningly at the open entrance. A soft smile played across his lips, "I'm sorry if I am disturbing you...but I was hoping to have a few words with Lost here, you might want to stay as well Doctor Lathe."

The smile remained as he continued quietly, "Panthers dislike cages almost as much as birds do."

[Bulbasaur4]

Weeee!! Sorry, but it appears people like this RPG a lot mystic... great idea. ^_^

[size=4][font=impact][b]ZIA04

.: Lost | F :.

( I am thinking that Emma might have talked a bit more here, so feel free to add a little extra before this point if you'd like.)

"Panthers dislike cages almost as much as birds do." Arsenol had spoken, causing Lost's head to tilt upwards slightly as her light eyes seemed to peer at him. She was examining his stature and his appearance... but to her approval, his stature had not changed since last time. He still was different and she liked it that he was different. It meant that her pain would be lessened...
Emma had stood up almost as immediately as Arsenol had entered, staring at him with a bewildered and slightly confused gaze. Lost looked to Emma and she allowed a small fraction of a smile to grow upon her face.
"Thy worries shall fade away like gentle spring rain... for the Panther does not stalk the cages for the broken birdies." Emma's eyes seemed to falter slightly, for Lost's speech had remained slightly coherent but it still was slightly riddled.
Lost rose to her feet and then took a few steps barefoot upon the cold floor before plopping herself into a cross-legged position upon the floor. The red mark from Siege's earlier attack was still visible upon her head along with a few bruises from the wall, but for the most part she was appearing to be a bit healthy. The uneaten and now hardened food in the corner still remained uneaten...

"Panther my rest upon the bed and Emma may stay to join." Lost confirmed, giving a nod of the head. "Only if Emma wants to...but sister butterfly has been taken out to play." Lost gave another nod, before finally resting her gaze upon Arsenol. Her eyes closed briefly before opening extremely slowly, and it seemed as if a slight change formed upon her once again- similiar to that when Emma first began talking to Lost.
"Why brings thyself here?"

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Hunter's eyes seemed to swiftly scan the room from almost anything. Her eyes looked for signs of weaknesses in every single figure and found countless numbers of the same common weakness. Her ears detected so many conversations, all riddled with talk about the 'patients'. The smell of the room also was swarming with so many different scents- most of what she recognized. Various drugs, different humanoid smells, burned smells, food smell... and there were thousands more. Sitting in her crouched position, Hunter watched as the one known as Ryoss left. She had said hello to him- in her smooth, exotic tongue - and that would probably be the only word she would ever say to him. Hunter did not speak unless she was commanded to do so, or if it was an absolute need.
"The patients here will soon all be out for their 'exercise' routine..." Siege spoke as he continued to almost prowl around this break area, filled with staff members. " We will head over there soon and you can then see what they look like- or at least what most look like." Hunter gave an affirming gutteral growl as she nodded, turning her gaze to a particular staff member she saw eating his lunch. Her eyes narrowed... as she scented some thing upon him that she did not like, but she shrugged it off swiftly and continued to walk by Siege's side.

She was a predator just waiting for a chance to hunt.

[Dr.McNinja]

(Heh, it's Arsenal. Arsenol sounds like a new brand of detergent )

Arsenal

Well?

Arsenal moved to stand by Lost's bed. The thing was sad, a rusty cot covered in the barest of matresses. Unsure if it would hold both Dr. Lathe he instead sat on the floor next to it, spreading his cloak out beneath him and resting his back against the wall. He had closed the door behind him, no one would know the three were in here unless a scientist came by for yet another experiment. Arsenal was prepared in case that happened, his hand placed inconspiciously on his lap facing the door. Seeing Lost's attention on him he paused a moment to consider his words. Lost spoke in puzzling phrases and Arsenal felt compelled to respond in kind, deciding the girl would understand him best that way.

I never took you for a poet...

Arsenal ignored his mind and instead began to speak, "The birds might be able to break free of their cage, but what happens after? Perhaps the panther may guard them in their new home...so that they can still give their song to the wolrd."

[kawaiispinel]

~*Cameron/Seraphim*~

~Life is painless for the brainless. Why think too hard when it's so soothing?~

The chocolate was a Godsend. It reminded me of those days of getting treats from my grandmother whenever I went to stay with her. Mother never let me have chocolate.

"Cammie, you're a dancer and fat girls don't make good dancers..."

My mother had a wonderful way of putting everything. I think I may have hated her a little. I'm not sure.

I don't like to remember. In fact, I rather hate it.

I kept my eyes fixed on Emma, the psychologist and one of the few people here who's name I bothered to recall. She was talking to Cross, but I couldn't hear what they were discussing, since they were talking in hushed voices. My maternal- if one could really call it that- instincts were kicking in. I didn't trust anyone not to get frustrated with Cross and Lost when it came to dealing with them, no matter how patient they were.

Although... I got the same feeling I got from Arsenal whenever I looked upon the good doctor. Like I could trust her, maybe.

I sighed and shook my head just in time to hear someone open the door to my cell and step inside. I raised and eyebrow and looked upon the face of Ryoss. I'd seen him around, though it was hard not to when the boy hung around Cross's cell as if he were about ten seconds away from singing "On The Street Where You Live" and doing a tap dance in her honor.

I know the look of love on a young boy's face when I see it, and I was torn between amusement and that sisterly desire to rip him apart to keep him from hurting her.

It was an odd mix of emotions, indeed.

Still, I had no real hatred of the boy.

"Hello, Cameron."

Ah, one of the few who still knows my real name. Tres amusing...

However, I wasn't in the best of moods and as it turned out, I knew what he was here for- the time had come for my exercise. Fun...

So I did what any mild-mannered, good-natured sane girl would do when faced with this sort of situation.

I feigned insanity.

"Ryoss never comes to me...he prefers Cross better..." I murmered, my high-pitched voice taking on a similar lilting tone that Cross and Lost's voices take on whenever they're locked in the thralls of one of their less-than-sane moods.

"Doesn't mean I can't pay you a little visit now and then. I'm under orders to take you for exercise. I think it's kinda early personally but there you go."

Either this kid was the best actor in the world or he really thought I had lost my noodle. Then again, I was pretty sure there was an office pool going on about when I'd finally lose it, since I had shown many a time how hard it was to break me.

I let my gaze drift longingly to Cross' cell across the hallway and Lost's cell beside her, where the good lady doctor was paying her a visit.

"You know I can't take the three of you together. You'll have to wait for them to be let out later."

I gave a theatric sigh and looked to the ceiling. "All together, all flying away together."

He took her hand gently and led me to the door slowly, and I blinked in confusion at the gesture. "Someday Cameron. Come on, the sooner we get you outside the sooner you can be with your sisters again."

He opened the door and closed it behind us. I finally rolled my eyes. "Had you going there for a second, didn't I?"

Ryoss looked at me and smirked. "I didn't believe you for an instant. You're a terrible actor."

"Moi? Please," I scoffed lightly, looking up at him. He towered over me, which was to be expected since I was extremely short and most did just that.

There was a long pause as the two of us exited the cell block and headed in the direction of the spacious gym-like complex, since they very well couldn't let us outside... Well, that is assuming we really are in the Arctic. I'd always questioned that theory a little.

"Siege has a new partner," Ryoss said, at last.

"And I may be one of the few people sane enough to understand how bad that is," I nodded sagely.

"You ever think it would be easier to just give up the melancholy burden of sanity?"

"Yes and no. Don't change the subject. I'm easily confused." Ryoss had a good laugh at that. "What's he like?"

"She, actually. She's kinda creepy... Like an animal."

"They're all animals..." Ryoss looked taken aback by that so I added. "Except you, Emma, and Arsenal. I like you guys. Geez, how do people like you wind up in a place like this?"

Ryoss shrugged. "Various reasons, I suppose."

We finally arrived at the gym which was virtually empty. This was probably to be expected seeing as Ryoss had pointed out that it was still early. I supposed whomever gave the orders wanted me away from Cross and Lost for awhile. Those jerks...

At any rate, others would be arriving but for now it was just me.

I stepped into the gym and stretched a little. If I was to be the lone subject in the gym, I figured I'd take advantage of the situation and dance a little. It had been so long since I've danced.

As I stretched, something came into my mind and I glanced at Ryoss. "Uh, wait a second... Doesn't that one guy have dibs on me or something?"

Ryoss blinked in confusion, and then suddenly gasped in realization. "Ohh... Dr. Weslian... I haven't seen him in awhile."

I blinked, starting to wonder if perhaps there was something I had missed somewhere. I shook my thoughts away and finished stretching.

"You wouldn't happen to have any music on you?" I asked with a small grin. Ryoss shrugged.

"I'll bring a stereo next time. Your file said you were a dancer back in the real world... So you're going to dance?"

"I'm going to try."

"Should I turn around?"

I laughed. "You can watch if you want."

And then I danced, the music playing in my head as I recalled every movement in the routine.

Despite all the chaos, all the insanity, and all that... It felt good to let go and fall into the warm embrace of the one thing I truly loved.

I'd have to dance at Ryoss and Cross's wedding to thank the boy for giving me this opportunity.

OOC: I re-read the topic, and I totally didn't regard the Wicked comments at all, silly unobservant me. Yay! Wicked!

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Dr. Emma Lathe
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"It made me remember when I was happy... but it was so long ago," Lost said, looking quite wistful again. I couldn't help but smile--even though she hadn't been happy in so long, she could at least remember being happy. That gave me as much hope as anything else.

"Don't worry, dear, you and your sisters will all be happy again soon," I said gently. I had planned to say a bit more, perhaps get her to tell me what made her happy, but I heard the cell door open behind me. At first I had been startled, jumping up and wondering what on earth Arsenal could want with Lost, but her statement about the Panther not stalking the broken birds calmed me down. It was strange, I thought, that something so obtuse and abstract could still be comforting. I would have to try it sometime. Until then, though, Lost had invited Arsenal and I to sit with her, which I thought to be a wonderful sign, though I was concerned about what Arsenal would have to say.

"The birds might be able to break free of their cage, but what happens after? Perhaps the panther may guard them in their new home...so that they can still give their song to the world." The words seemed strange coming from such a person, and the wording was not as fluid as Lost's, but it seemed as though it would get the job done, nonetheless. The conversation was likely to become quite interesting at that point, and so I most definitely did not want to leave yet.

"Birds need not break a cage that has been opened," I said, almost to myself, and before I had even realized that I had said anything. "I'm sorry about that...please, continue," I finished, wondering why on earth I had interjected like that. I sighed quietly, and sat patiently.

[Samchu]

Ryoss
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I leant back, watching Cameron dance gracefully to silent music. I liked Cameron, heck I liked both of Cross' sisters but Cameron was the easiest to deal with. She was by far the most sane. I always wanted to make sure that they understood that I was a nice guy, maybe they could put a good word in for me seeing as how Cross seemed to block out everything about me.

"I didn't know you were so talented. Your talents really are wasted in this hellhole."

She smiled at me. "I'd like to dance for real someday. With a nice dress and music."

"Your sisters would love to watch. I'd like to see it too."

"They look up to me you know," she stated calmly, skipping over to me.

"I know."

"If anything happens to them you know I have to come down on you."

I nodded again. "I wouldn't expect anything else from you."

She stared at me calmly before a gentle smile crossed her face. "You're a good person Ryoss, I hope Cross realises it before the end."

"Will you talk to her for me? She thinks all I'm interested in is..." My eyes dropped and I looked away.

I left her hand grace my cheek and I looked to her. "You carry so much pain Ryoss...why do you chase after Cross when you know she is just going to cause you more heartache?"

"I love her," I replied truthfully, "and maybe someday she'll understand what that means. The time will come when I can get you and your sisters out of here, but I'm going to need her to trust me."

"She will learn to trust you. She just doesn't understand her yet. She just needs time."

I sighed, my hands falling to my hips. I stretched my neck back, staring up at the roof of the gym. "I'm not sure how much time we have left Cameron."

The arrival of another guard prompted an end to our conversation. The other patients would be brought here soon and I would have to get the rest, though without any orders I was free to release whomsoever I pleased. "I'll go get Cross," I told her quietly. "Watch out for that guard, some people in this place can't be trusted."

"Take care Ryoss..."

With the slighest of nods I headed out of the gym and back towards the cells. Arsenal and the doctor were still with Lost so I carried on straight to Cross' cell. I opened the door and stood in the doorway watching her silently.

"Do you want to go play with your sister?"

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]
Oh it is hilarious thinking of two sane people trying to speak 'insane' language... XD What a cult we have going on!

[size=4][font=impact]ZIA04

.: Lost | F :.

Lost stared at the two for a moment, seeming almost like a statue as her ice-bitten eyes of white blue held their gaze for an extended silence. Her blonde hair seemed to straggle across her eyes as the silence continued... almost to the point where it was deafening. Then, Lost suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. Her eyes scrunched together as she placed her hands over her mouth and began to giggle wildly. Her hair bounced with the rippling laughter she emitted softly as she let her self rock slightly back and forth. After her giggling fit, Lost regarded them again with her eyes as she smiled.
"Silly ones... attempting to sing with the birdie upon the morning dawn. The panther does let loose a nice comforting purr, however the panther needs to greet the kingdom before guarding its treasures. The kingdom is a cage that has many bars... yet there are spaces within the bars which songs and hope flutter through. One day the animals of the kingdom shall become light as the harmonious songs!" Lost suddenly seemed to rise to her feet as she playfully spun across the floor, a wild sparkle in her eye as she looked at the other two. She smiled suddenly, mischeviously- as if she had a plan thought up in her head.
" My sisters they have ideas. The Wolf has ideas. The Whisper has ideas. The Ghost has ideas. All have ideas pouring from their souls... and one must craft them together and mold them into a ball to play with. "
Arsenal seemed to give a nod, "The Panther wants to protect the birdie and the others... along with their ideas. Beyond this place however are dangerous things... things which will hurt the birdie's flight if she chooses to go to far. The Panther does not want that."
Lost regarded Arsenal for a second, before giving a slight nod and looking to Emma and then back to the two of them. Clasping her hands together, she gave a cheerful little nod.
"In order for plants to stay, they need water. They need beautiful colorful sun and precious soil. If the plants are stuck upon the rocks... they cannot grow, they cannot live."
Arsenal opened his mouth as if to say some thing else, but suddenly the sound of a large slamming door echoed through the hallway. The clattering sound of several shoes hitting the cement caused Lost to swiftly look to Arsenal and Emma again. Quietly she whispered in a giddy tone.
"Lost has an idea... Lost knows things. Lost sees pretty sister butterfly's bracelets. Pretty little bracelets filled with darkness." Lost's eyes closed briefly as they reopened, her voice changing now to a slightly darker tone.
"The bracelets of thy sister clip her wings. Yet mine own self knows that whence anger comes... the world around breaks. One day, thy men of pain will bring mine anger around thy sister... and then..." Lost suddenly let an eerie smirk come to her face as she flashed an all-knowing glinting gaze at the two of them.

"... bracelets go snap."


The door violently opened as a figure stood in the doorway, along with two other guard-like men. His glasses glinted in the light as he seemed to chuckle at the scene before him.
"Having a counseling session?" The man said swiftly, looking at Emma before glancing halfly at Arsenal. He then pointed at Lost, which one of the guards swiftly entered the room and simply picked her off the ground as if she was as light as a feather. Lost gazed at the man's eyes and instantly she let out a scream.
"Lost wants none of you! None of you! Lost hates! Hates!" She screamed over again, trying frantically to kick and bite her way from the guard's grip, but he was well prepared with thick clothing garments and a strong arm.
"Now Lost... it is exercise time, and today you have the privilage of being with me." The man said with a smirk, looking back at Emma and Arsenal. "I suggest you find a new task."
With that, the man began to walk away as the guard continued to walk with the fighting Lost in his arms. Her eyes were filled with frustration and fear, and the lights within the hallway began to quiver. As they walked down the hallway, the structure of a few of the walls nearest to Lost seemed to crack slightly, as the air suddenly became extremely warm and dry. However, within moments that Lost was in her room... she was now gone, the hallway door slamming as she disappeared with them.



[ Sorry, figured we'd have to ruin this some how. XD ]

[-/Deathborn/-]

Finnaly, some time...

Setzer Maringber-5th

Those scientists never knew where to stop. Every time they poked me added about a couple minutes to that already 15 plus hours of sleep time. I knew that if the military had some intrest in the Asylum that they were dying to use that excess energy as a weapon. Yeah, right. They want to use everything as a weapon, for crying out loud. So to use me as a weapon would be near impossible. Knowing those mad scientists who claim its all for the good of "mankind", they'll find a way.

Sometimes I wish I had a limited amount of regenerations before I just die. Man will those guys be disapointed when I die.
Of course, that was when I felt a massive burst of energy being released. Unlike the other usual releases, it hurt. Right out my mouth. That made me numb. I could smell smoke and hear some cheering.
"I see we have a new weapon. How many joules?"
"Enough to blow a hole through a M1A1 Abrams tank within a short time. Fortunetly, the subject cannot use this without external activation, so don't worry about the cell. I would keep some guards on him at all times."
And with that they kept trying to get the same results.
Now it was at least 18 hours. For once, sleeping in the cell seemed more civilized than being poked and prodded at in this torture chamber.
Though I was asleep, I noticed the similar noise of someone being dragged in by two soldiers. Yeah, you recongize that noise after two years.

[Ace64]

Everybody's a ticking time bomb..I'd think I'd want the sisters together rather than separate, but w/e.
Such lovely conversation...

Seige
Exercise time had begun.

He stepped out into the hall, Hunter behind him. Further down, he could see Ryoss standing in the doorway of a cell. At the end of the hall, he could see three guards 'escorting' the little girl, the potential escapee, to the gym. The lights above them flickered rapidly, before steadying again. Have to get those replaced. He motioned to Hunter, who looked up attentively.

"Look closely. Here are those you should watch."

"Yes." Hunter said at once, her eyes turning watchful.

They started down the hall, towards Ryoss. All of the other inmates were in their cells. Spectre and Poltergeist sat with their trays in front of them...but they weren't eating. Odd, but not noteworthy. A good deal of the inmates were passed out on their beds...these would be ignored, unless by chance they woke with time remaining for exercise. Otherwise, they would miss out. In an empty cell stood Arsenal and the psychologist. Hunter growled, a low rumble that did not go unnoticed.

"Doctor."

Lathe looked up at him, her eyes contemplative. Usually, she preferred to have her sessions with the patients alone, with a guard posted outside if needed. This particular cell was the little girl's...the one who been taken out. There was no guard here...instead, Arsenal was inside the cell. Inside.

"It would be best to wait until after exercise time, before you continue your evaluations. They get so little time to exercise, you see," he finished, a cheerless grin appearing on his face. The doctor paled, but kept her composure.

"Of course." Her eyes flickered towards Arsenal, then back to his face. It was a furtive glance that Siege disliked on sight. What had they been discussing?

As the doctor exited the cell, Siege turned to Arsenal. A mocking grin appeared on his face, as if the two were sharing a secret only they knew about."I didn't know you were interested in psychology, Arsenal. Hoping to pick up some notes from the good doctor?"

Arsenal said nothing. The small black cat around his neck stared at him with intelligent eyes. Siege nodded as if he had responded. He would think about this later, when there was time. He turned his back on the man and exited the cell. Hunter eyed him a bit longer, before following after Siege.

Ryoss' tone was soft, almost pleading, "Do you want to play with your sister?" The inmate inside began to respond, but fell silent, spotting Siege behind him. Noticing her expression, Ryoss turned around to face him. Siege watched his eyes carefully. They were surprised,but...also tender. So much truth, hiding in the eyes. Even animals knew it. He wondered if Hunter could see it as well.

"Ryoss, do you dislike the way I do things?" he asked in a soft, conspiratorial tone.

"N-no!" the guard stammered, caught off guard by his arrival and the question.

"You say you don't, but you must. I can't think of any other reason.." his eyes were like hard bits of ice, locking onto Ryoss'. This time the guard didn't respond. "I could've sworn that I said, 'take Seraphim. Leave her sisters. Yet here I find you....with Seraphim's sister. Am I wrong here? Tell me Ryoss."

The subject behind him...the sister...watched the two of them with watchful eyes. Behind him, Hunter had almost the exact same gaze.

"No...you're not wrong." The guard's head lowered, breaking eye contact.

"Keep them separate, Ryoss. One and one and one. Once you're done here, hurry up with the others. We're on a schedule here," he punctuated this statement by tapping his watch with Gospel. "If you can't handle this, I'll get one of the others to fill in for you. You know how efficient they can be." The image of the three guards exiting down the hall holding an inmate filled his mind...as he knew it must have filled Ryoss'.

Without another word, he walked on. There were still others to see.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Dr. Emma Lathe
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Once Seige had left, I growled--quite an accomplishment for someone who has trained their voice to be smooth. Stepping outside, I saw that he was still within earshot, and yelled after him "You have to be evaluated too, Seige, remember that." As Head Psychologist, I was allowed to take any staff member off duty, except in cases of emergency, for an evaluation. Unfortunately, I didn't have the sheets for Seige, or the scientist and guards who had taken Lost. "I'd shoot him if it would make him die," I whispered once I was sure he had left, and looked over to Arsenal and sighed again. God I was sick of sighing, but damnit, they kept giving me reasons to. Now they had dragged Lost off to some lab, Cameron was getting exercise, supposedly, and Cross remained locked up tight. I didn't like this separation--it was just as bad for the three girls as it was for any hope of revolt. "Well, Arsenal, now what do you propose we do? And might I suggest something subtle..." I said, cooly, though in truth I was becoming rather agitated that it was becoming impossible for me to do anything without being interrupted.

[Mystic_clown]

Spectre
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Spectre slowly ate away at Poltergiest's food while she did the same with his. He knew that if he managed to keep her off the drugs long enough, she'd soon be able to slip in and out of the cells without tiring herself out. He needed that, especially if the first part of his plan ws going to work.

"Man, you look like hell Spectre"

Spectre and Poltergiest looked to see Scarecrow and Nosferatu walking towards them.

Scarecrow was tall wiht a very skinny build. He wore a white shirt, torn jeans and an old, torn up brown coat. Partos of it stuck up in all directions, almost resembling straw. His shaggy, blonde, straw like hair added to the look, making him look even more like a scarecrow, hence his nickname. His eyes were a dull green and his hands were bandaged up, due to a rather nasty experiment.

Nosferatu was huge, standing at a towering 6'4'' with a pretty bulky build. He had a dark tan and his raven black fell over his gray eyes. He was wearing a black sweat top, a gray jacket and black pants. At first, Scarecrow and Spectre called him Nosferatu mainly because it sounded cool. But then it made a bit of sense, Nosferatu were supposed to be powerful and almost unstopable, kinda like their friend. Also, he never seemed to sleep. The guy would sit awake in his cell all night.

"Hey guys," Spectre groaned as his two friends sat down with them. Scarecrow looked down at their food and then smirked at the two.

"Closest thing you can get to a date here huh?" he joked. Poltergiest and Spectre glared at him he laughed. Even Nosferatu chuckled slightly.

"I'm in no mood for this," Spectre groaned, clutching his head. Nosferatu and Scarecrow's chuckles quickly went silent.

"What's wrong dude?" Scarecrow asked.

"They went a bit overboard with the drugs," Spectre groaned. The two shook their heads.

"Then sooner we get outta here, the better."

[Ghost]

Woohoo... Exercise time ^_^

John/Torch
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Looking down at his already bloodied fists, John heard rustling outside and the carrying away of Lost. She yelled something about hating the guards, and she was carried off. John had already heard about Lost, supposedly, she was a total mental case, most of the time. John took a extreme disliking to insane people, although he was slowly becoming one himself. He hated the thought of becoming insane. He had always looked down on people below him. But now, he was on the bottom of the food chain, the lowest lifeform on the planet. How could he have allowed himself to succumb to this? How?

He was still clutching his fist as Siege walked by. He started to walk over to his cell door when he heard the Doctor call after Siege, and he didn't even take a glance behind him. What was that Doctors name again? Dr. Something Lathe, wasn't it? All he could remember was that he was supposedly the head doctor here. She could do evaluations on anyone in the whole damn asylum, but it seemed that so far that all she had concentrated on was The Terrific Trio- Lost, Cross, and Seraphim. It seemed as if there was always a guard or doctor or someone near their cells.

Out of the corner of his eye, John saw Siege mutter something to two of the guards here, and they continued to walk towards my cell. I put my head down so that the guards couldn't see my eyes, and I heard the unlocking of my door.

Finally, it was time to get out of this damned cell.

"Alright Torch, time for your exercise. What will it be today, a nice boot, some drugs, or will you come nice and easy with us?" The tallest one added. He was tall, but not as tall as the first guard he had killed, Mr. Wright. Maybe around 6"4, just a little bit smaller then him.

"I'd go willingly, but knowing you assholes, I'm going to get the boot anyway," John muttered, just so the guards could hear.

The guard in his cell smiled. "Seems that you've caught on," He said, and kicked John hard in the stomach. He felt himself being raised up, and carried down the hallway. He spit a bit of blood onto the ground, and continued to walk down to where he would be supposedly "exercising".

[Crystal Tears]

[font=Arial Narrow]+Cross+
Deranged Poem with a Meaning


“But…” Cross whispered, stepping up to the bars and gazing out as her family was taken away. “I want to play…” Tears welled in her eyes as they both went separate directions. “This…” She looked at the floor, grinding her teeth together in anger. “Isn’t fair…”

’We’ll all fly together’

Cross’s hands clenched around a single pole, she had longed to prove she was stronger then anyone thought. And now, she had the chance, even with a guard, and Doctor Someone or another close by. She wanted out of her cage, and wanted to fly.
Most of all she wanted to be near her sisters…

Tighter and tighter her hands clenched on the iron bar, they had successfully held her there before. As she had been to out of it to even think. But now she was angry, it seemed the only time she could truly focus on a goal was if she was fuming at someone of something.
She softly tugged on the bar, when nothing changed, she only pulled hard. A loud groan emitted from her cage as the bar slowly bent.

“A dent… A dent in an iron boat doesn’t make it sink…” She hissed, biting her lip so hard that blood soon dripped leaked from the fresh wound. “Something needs to pierce it…”

Laughter erupted from the tormented girl as she went together her iron framed bed. Tears streaming from her eyes, she swung it clear off the ground and slammed it into the bars. Loud clangs and bangs sounded off into the hallway as soon the bed toppled and ended up upside down on the floor.
Defeated, Cross collapsed, digging her nails into her wrists, biting the inside of her cheeks, and whamming the back of her skull into the concrete wall, all the while laughing hysterically at herself as she repeated a deranged poem over and over again…

“Bars will bend, doors will break, the chip will snap, for little Sakura’s sake.” She giggled, slamming her head once more. “For when the walls collapse and fall, little Gemini will wake…” Shrugged to herself she sung the last verse. “Then the guardian will arise, and the girl hiding in her shell will take the prize!”

Over and over and over again…

[Ghost]

MMMmmmm A staff LSU. Hope you don't mind MC

Name: Damon Castle (He's back....)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Subject or staff: Staff

Appearance: Damon stands in at about 6'3", and is somewhat muscled, though he does not work out alot. He is somewhat tanned, but being inside of a asylum for a while will slowly turn your skin to a not so tan color. He has slightly dirty blonde hair, though his natural hair color is blown. He has emerald green eyes, and has a cleanly shaven face . For better detail, think a younger Matt Damon. Wears the standard PG uniform.

Personality: He is one of the people on the "good" side of the staff. Generally, he treats the subject well, but, if Siege happens to pass by, He will "pretend" to be harsher on the subjects. He wants to help all of the inmates escape as best as he can, but he is afraid that if Siege finds out that something very bad is going to happen to him.

Weapon: FN Five-seveN Pistol, with another heavy firearm in his locker in-case he needs to use it. Always caries the Five-seveN with him, other then when not instructed to.

History: Damon Castle has a long history. It started out when he was 18 years old. He was at home one day, when all of the sudden, three men came to his door and instructed him to bring his father out to them, and that he needed to be brought to some kind of asylum. At first, Damon refused to let them, but the three men broke into his house and took his father. Being alone in the house now, seeing as his mother had died when he was young, He decided to join the Marine Corp to fill his empty void. He became a sharpshooter for the 2nd Infantry Division, but when he was about to deploy to Iraq, he had second thoughts. Damon went AWOL and hid for 60 days, until finally coming out and being arrested. He was then dishonorably discharged from the Marines and told to find a job somewhere else when he was released from military prison. Seeing as he had nowhere else to go, he went to work at the Asylum so he could find his father. When he got there, it turned out that his father had died while he was in prison, and this angered Damon. He promised himself that he would try and get all of the inmates out of here someday.

Relations: none, other then to all the guards. Unless someone wants to?...

Other: Damon's a very good shot

[Dr.McNinja]

Arsenal

Arsenal watched morosely as Lost was lead away. Ignoring Seige, the brute was secondary at this moment, he lost himself in thought. His musings were broken however by Dr. Lathe's comment. Pulling the hood of his cloak up over his head, letting its folds obscure his eyes from the doctor's, Arsenal spoke, "Things are going to change around here soon. We need these subjects for the betterment of humanity....and they need us to protect them from those who would not accept them. We need a shattered cage about as much as we need a locked one now. I would suggest that you lay low for a while and, if you value your life, don't get in my way."

Arsenal began to walk down the cell block, moving back towards the room he had vacated only minutes before. He had only traveled a few reverberating steps however before Ares let out a plaintive cry. Stopping, Arsenal muttered softly, "Are you sure?"

Ares simply stared at his master from his perch on the walking weapon's shoulder. Sighing, Arsenal turned back to the Doctor, "Or...you know these subjects better than anyone else maybe, you're in their heads the most at least. You're also not on The List...if you know any other "birdies" who might want a bit more freedom and safety to stretch their wings...you know where to find me."

With that Arsenal turned and left, he had preparations to complete before he began his work. Blood would wash Ashford Asylum of its sins, and reveal a shining surface underneath the filth that caked its walls.



(OOC: Hey, give the poor guy a break. It's not his fault he's not educated in "Insanese". Besides, it's cute to watch the big guy look awkward in front of Lost)

[kawaiispinel]

~*Cameron/Seraphim*~

~Isn't this the one where in the end the good guys fry? Didn't I see this movie and didn't I cry?~

The gym was starting to fill and Ryoss hadn't returned with Cross, which meant he'd probably been caught in the act, probably by Seige or some other rotten individual. Poor kid, I hoped he didn't get into much trouble. A boy like that wouldn't get involved in an operation like this unless he had a good reason, and I'd hate for him to get let go.

There was also the little matter of not knowing what being "let go" in a place like this entailed. They had no qualms about killing us so I often had to stop and wonder how they felt about killing a staff member who started to show that they were more trouble than they were worth...

I hoped for Ryoss's sake that they didn't go that far.

I walked around the track, my arms folded behind my head, listening to the steady clip-clop noises the high heels of my white boots made on the hardwood flooring. There was mostly silence from my fellow subjects as they mulled about in their own ways, occasionally chatting with each other, if one could really call it as casual as that.

The air was tense, and not the normal fearful tension that one found in the cell block. No, this was like the tension right before a huge storm.

Something was brewing and, for once, it wasn't them at the cauldron. No, no, no... It was us. My gaze fell upon the ones called Nosferatu, Spectre, Scarecrow, and Poltergiest who had settled in one corner of the gym and were talking discreetly. Surprise, surprise... I figured if there would be a plot that was likely to work being concocted, it would probably be by them.

I heard the sounds of footsteps behind me, and I smiled wryly, closing my eyes a little in bemusement.

"Good day, Doctor," I said without turning around, knowing exactly who had fallen into step behind me. "Shouldn't you being enjoying your lunch? I hear they're serving roast beef in the cafeteria today."

"To be perfectly honest, recent goings-on have made me lose my appetite," Emma muttered. "How are you today, Cameron?"

I turned around without losing a step and continued walking backwards. "Better than usual, I suppose. How did your sessions with Cross and Lost go today?"

"You tell me," Emma smirked. "You were watching so intently."

"Watching, not listening," I wagged a finger.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, Cameron?" Emma asked. I noted that she had her clipboard with her and I raised an eyebrow.

"Here? Now?"

"Well, I'm afraid the cell block is only a breeding ground for more interruption," she muttered. Her eyes glancing towards the door. "Though I assume Seige will lay claim over this place too and once again chase me off, but I suppose now is as good a time as ever. It won't take long, I promise."

I shrugged. "Shoot."

She pointed to my bracelets. "I want to know about those."

I froze and Emma stopped as well. "My bracelets? But that's not really your field, Doctor. They're related to my powers."

"And your powers are related to your emotions, which are my field."

I sighed. "Well, they're inhibiters, as it were. They keep me from using my powers over the elements."

"Your file says you can only manipulate, not control," Emma said, tapping her clipboard with her pen. "Isn't in excessive to have the bands, especially considering the drugs..."

"My powers are hypersensitive," I cut her off. "It isn't just pure water, fire, earth, and wind that I can manipulate. It's anything similar." I pointed to the flourescent lighting above us. "If I didn't have this band and I got angry, those would explode." I thought for a moment and then continued. "If there's a place with great central air conditioning, and I'm particularly happy, then I can use Wind to its full effect... It's like that."

"Impressive," Emma nodded. She paused and then continuing, her eyes narrowing in thought. "Tell me something...Do you think it's possible that, given a strong enough stimulus, you could get angry enough to snap one of those bracelets?"

I narrowed my eyes at her wryly, a smile playing across my lips. "Why, Doctor... What are you suggesting by that?"


OOC: *Whistles innocently* I felt the need to play off Bulba's post a little. ^_^

[Shizo]

Yay! Play time! Appareo decet nihil munditia?

Shan Shayna
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Shan stood in front of the mirror in his cell, his hands resting on the rim of the sink. Although the drugs had worn off a little more, he still looked like hell. His eyes had an odd glazed look and his posture was rather limp. At least he could speak better.

"Red leather, yellow leather, red leather, yellow leather, rel yeather, yellow yeather..."

Well, he had never been good at tongue twisters. At least his voice wasn't drawling, though the sounds were still slightly muddled.

He tried to ignore the commotion in the hallway, but the yells of one of the other inmates...Lost, he thought, was hard to ignore. And he knew Siege had to be out there somewhere as well. He thought he heard Dr. Lathe calling out to him. He couldn't tell what precisely was going on besides the obvious observation that everyone was more agitated than usual, an understatement, to say the least. When he first came here, they would constantly keep him so drugged that moving seemed too big of a hassle. Now, they allowed the drugs to mostly wear off before giving him more. Today, that should be around 'suppertime.'

Shan hear the scrap of metal against the lock at his door. Looking up, he saw the door swing open. Two guards blocked the entryway. He turned and gave a carefree smile. "Exercise time?" he asked casually.

"Just shut up and get out here," the shorter of the two said. The guards usually left him alone, mostly because they discovered beating up someone who was so high he was numb had very little entertainment value. Sure they could get blood, but where's the fun if there's no reaction? Shan strolled after them, slouching a bit and allowing himself to look worse off than he really was. He had a little of his powers back. Not much, but a little, enough to read the basic emotions of those around him. He could sense the two guards, but there was nothing that special about them: smugness, cruelty, and a bit of nervousness from the tall guard behind him. That one must be new. Shan ignored it.

They eventually got to the large gym that served as the recreation area. Shan walked away from the guards without a word. Not everyone was there yet, it seemed, and the only thing of real interest was a small gathering in one of the corners that consisted of the likes of Poltregeist and Spectre. Shan ignored that as well. If they wanted him over they could invite him. For now, he was content to just watch everyone else. He leaned against one of the walls and slid down to sit crossed legged on the floor. It wasn't until he began feeling pain and underlying seething anger that he realized someone was beside him. He turned to see a man that he'd only noticed from a distance before. As Shan could recall, this black hair man was taller than him and may have been around Shan's age, though it was hard to tell from the worn appearance. His hands were battered and still had blood on them, and there were bruises on some of his exposed skin, like he had been in a fight recently. And lost. Shan found himself clutching his left hand and curling his right as best it could. He didn't know if that was because of the anger or the pain. Shan tried remembering the man's name; he knew he had heard it at some point. Torque? Torte? It definitely began with T-O-R. He knew that. Tor-something was currently staring at Shan with confusion that was probably brought on by a stranger coming to sit down next to him.

"Um, hi," Shan said, raising a hand and giving a weak grin. "I didn't see you there. I'll move, if you want."