Lets see if we can actually get the Rp going.
Characters include, occupants, guards visitors and the occasional staff.
This is an open Rp, but please keep discussion outside this thread to the linked Rp discussion tab in the forums.
The sequence of turns will be determined after the first set of people respond.
A recap on the story for reference:
On one of the seemingly many stormy days that haunted the silent village in the outskirts, a small hospital lies for the mentally disturbed. Not many people care to come close enough to hear the occasion scream, though rumors have passed and stay trapped within the villagers minds. Most within the facility are past criminals deemed to much a threat to themselves or to the other occupants and brought far from where they might cause trouble... or be missed.
On a certain day per year visitors are allowed, this includes any hiring personnel, relatives or inspectors.
Making for a very busy day, the guards are on top alert and some are slightly terrified as they have heard stories of what happened some years ago on visitors day.
Some of the occupants on the other hand are thrilled, as not much happens that is somewhat entertaining.
Little do they all know that an unexpected twister is soon to cut power to facility and its magnetically sealed doors. Are the backup generator working?
may i join?
A figure was standing all alone in his cell staring at the wall, a wall, all the walls covered in random scratches, though some would lead to a curving pattern. He could hear the chatter of the coming visitors down that hall, the thought of a person to talk to beside these intelligent deprived guards would be nice.
Sighing he keeps studying the markings, some of which lead to mathematical equations some just random lines. They all made sense to him. They all seemed to divulge as a circle like equation in the middle of the wall, he was proud of this for they all connected perfectly besides some of the few that he had to work on still.
"I should be able to make this work if i just had some potassium." shaking his head back and forward "a few drops if nitroglycerin would not be bad, but its to hard to make from the raw ingredients here."
Skipping to the bars he looks out again becoming bored with standing in that spot. Pressing his face to the bars, he could just make out a man walking down that hall. Speaking in a low tone to himself as best he could with his face squished to the bars "I wonder what his face would look like for one of my drawings"
Tired of waiting for the random person to come, he skids over to his cot flopping down on it. Rolling over and looking down at himself, he missed his black clothes, the red he most missed, the red in his drawings the red that so beautifully spread itself better then coal or the paint chips coming off the walls. "I want my clothes back, I miss my clothes." he had tried ripping the clothes they gave him asking them polity to get him his clothes, they refused of course putting him in a straight jacket for a week. He did not like that experience, he could not work on his drawings. So during that week he had indulged in watching the comings and goings of the nurses, which he had meant to do for some time but never found the time to do so, they carried some very unique items at times, he could recall almost all the names. But the few that where so small writing he could only guess as to their use from the direction and other items on the plate they usually carried. They also carried scalpels on occasion, He shivered remembering the red, it made him warm inside. Looking down at his filed down claws. giggling to himself "They think that filing them down can do anything, so stupid people." rolling on his belly again, he uses one of the sharper metal bits on the bed-rest to slowly cut away at his claw, creating a small point.
The red fox walked around looking at his watch then leaned up against a wall by a door sighing, "5 more hours, and again why would i have to get this job?" He heard yelling in the distance with sounds of guards joining in, he rushed over seeing them hitting a patient with nightclubs and quickly confronting them, pushing one into a wall hitting one in the arm hard, "What in the hell, are you doing?! Were supposed to be helping these people, not beating them, go to your posts now or your going on report!" The other guards left as he walked off going back to the wall he was leaning on and sighed again. "This place is hell no one should be here." he tapped the door, "Hey anyone in there wanna talk?"
*i walk by jackal spinning a pin between my moderately small hands humming a tune as i listen to some music through my earbuds, i walk to the guard office to do some paper work, a few minutes later i go by jackal again this time to introduce myself* "hello! My name's Yuko, whats yours?" *i ponder as my tail flicks about as my badge shines off my navy blue uniform*
The Red Fox looks looks at the guard Yuko and blinks making sure his name pin on his uniform can be seen, "Oh hello, but my name is Alex Woodsworth, i'm the new guard around here, nice to meet you Yuko." He looked over him, "Are you new here, like me?" He notices his earbuds and frowns some, "You know music is against the rules, you should hide those."
*i blush a bit and pocket my earbuds* "yes sir,just got here from briefing" *my tail flicks about as we speak* "well im Yuko sir" *i offer my hand for a hand shake* *in the background an inmate calls me over but i ignore him as of the moment*
I love you guys enthusiasum. Hold up with continuing untill the rest get a chance to post. Then we will announce the post order :D
oki
It had been a while, a month or so, since Kyle had checked on the old asylum. It wasn't that she dreaded doing it, work had just gotten busy. A familiar, slightly sinister grin returned to it's comfortable home on her face. The cat's tail flicked impatiently, full of static and anticipation.She had missed her old friend, the warden, and, as dangerous as the asylum threatened to be, visiting to make sure everything was up to standard was one of Kyle favorite job assignments.
It had been a few years since Kyle was assigned to the warden and his asylum. She was a little more timid then, played by the rules a little more. Something between Kyle and the warden had just clicked. Something about him had turned her from a play-by-the-rules agent to something much more dangerous and self serving. She didn't necessarily -hurt- anyone, but she certainly made it a point to fulfill her many twisted fantasies with the help of the warden. And he didn't seem displeased to have her around, that was for sure.
But work got busy, and Kyle got torn away. Weekly visits became bi-monthly, and then just once monthly. She had missed it. Something about the danger, and the sadism. She had missed him, too. Even if their's was a nontraditional relationship. Stepping from her car, heels sinking just slightly into the soft ground, the cat felt her fur stand on end. Turning up the neck of her long coat, and making her way through the front entrance, Kyle rushed herself out of the elements just before it began to pour down rain. The sky had opened up, as if to say to Kyle that she was just in time. She felt it too. The itch under her skin, the desire deep in her belly. She -was- just in time.
Her heels clicked harshly down the hallway. She'd worn these shoes on purpose. Knowing full well that the sound of them would announce her arrival. To the warden. To the inmates. Even the guards. They would know she was there, and anticipation would rise in them as well. Like clockwork, her visits seems to rile up the 'patients.' It was intoxicating to have that sort of effect on so many at once. Of course, hiding such a sexy secret just underneath her already revealing clothing, and hiding that under her thick coat, gave the cat even more power to her step.
The young, rookie officer pulled his cruiser into the spot next to detective Kyles vehicle, and put it in park. IT was damn near his first day on the job, and he'd already been stuck with a shit assignment. "If only I'd made Sheriff's deputy..." he mumbled as he opened the door into the pouring rain, finishing his thought silently, 'At least I could be inside somewhere filing NFA forms'. As he ran inside, the heavy weights around either ankle slowed him slightly, altering his gait. Not exercise weights, mind- but a Kobun boot knife in his right boot, and a new stainless Colt Cobra in an ankle holster on his left... The young officer had a certain affinity for unexpected firepower. Entering the building, he shook off the water and cast a glance back at his police interceptor out in the parking lot... Some strange notion told him to leave, to get in his car and go... Was it the strange way detective Kyle had been acting lately? It HAD been getting just a little creepy, he thought... Or maybe it was just the asylum. The fox DID have a tendency to watch a lot of old survival horrors and other scary movies... or maybe it was the fact that a hundred years ago, he could have wound up a patient here, with even such a simple disorder as asperger's syndrome. He straightened his pistol belt, feeling reassured by the comforting bulk of his department issued Glock 17. With a weak grin, he jogged ahead to try to keep up with his superior.
Inside a little asylum, on the edge of town.
Thump
"34..."
Thump
"35..."
In a padded cell. Sat a Jackal, who'd gone against the crown.
THUMP
"36."
WHAM
"37."
and if you listened closely, then you'd soon know.
BANG
"38!
"BANG
39~! HEHE!"
That lonely little Michael, was putting on a show.
"40!!!!"
With a final bang of his head against a wall he'd wore away in his cushioned prison, The jackal activated his broken sub-neural implant, it triggering the pleasure center of his brain. He shuddered, ignoring the massive bruising and trickle of blood running down his forehead.
"Oooooh~That's the stuff..."
He shuddered. He'd surely be reprimanded. Again. Those orderlies never really did like it when he harmed himself or the property, mostly because they'd have to clean... Again. Mic- Dose. Dose, a nick-named he picked up from said orderlies, didn't care. all that mattered at the moment, was the intense wave of joy washing over him at the moment. He craved it. No matter the cost, he had to taste it. Just one more time.
As the waves of joy began to ebb, the jackal's high slowly died, he'd have to have more. More. MORE. Banging his head would only get him so far, and this damn jacket, he deemed "Mommy's special hug" stopped him from using his hands to 'cause some REAL pleasure.
Stepping away from the now bloody section of wall, he walked over to the door of his "prison", his eye looking through the peep hole, to see if any of the nice white coat peoples would come by.
"I just want a little attention. Come ooooon. Someone come and jab me with something sharp. Pleeeeease~!?"
He whined to no one in particular. He grimaced mildly, the pain on his forehead now making itself know, not that he minds. This was nothing compared to what he was use to. With a twitching eye, he reminisce... The screams. Oh the screams. Just thinking about all the screams and the anguish was enough to set off his implant again. So close Dammit.
With a huff, the jackal struggled slightly in his "Mother's love". He needed something to happen... Something to Spark the happy again.
The warden was on the phone, screaming into the handset at some moron from the local water and power department. According to them, somehow the Asylum was lacking in funding it's own power draw, he knew why of course . . . his special place was the culprit there. But he wasn't about to let those bureaucrats take his legacy away from him. "Yes, I know we're beyond the limitation we claimed at construction, but you've seen just as everyone else how this place exploded, no i don't mean literally . . . our population went form just under a dozen at inception to over 120 patients and more cells being added as soon as next year! We are OBVIOUSLY going to go through a lot of power! you cut the power to us over this, and I promise it'll be on YOUR head!" he slammed the handset down on the receiver after that. It was satisfying to do that, he enjoyed talking to idiotic people on the phone in a strange way. It let him slam the phone down, which was enjoyable in a childish way.
And then, as he'd heard her say herself several times, like clockwork . . . he heard the telltale sound of her shoes. He stood with speedy purpose. He rushed past the door, almost ripping the knob off. She was here and that meant everything was better. They had about a handful of open cells left, and they were going to have a few more soon. Tonight, the night of open house, like always, he and Kyle would have a marvelous play date.
He went out and down the hall meeting her in one of the administrative areas, no cells around, no cameras, and no nosy tourists calling themselves "journalists" or "family members." He had a dark grin when he saw her "there's my girl . . . it's been too damn long . . . don't tell me you've gone soft on me now! I've got plans to add another 50 beds and more! I need you now more than ever."
ST. Ann's mental ward couldn't handle me anymore. They had pinned me to a wall, used a tranquilizer to get me to calm down. Hating change, not going to like this move. Scratched out one of the wards eyes, once the drug was in my system. Slowly falling asleep against one of the burly nurse as they lowered me down to a bed to put a straight jacket around my body so i couldn't escape. Getting loaded, into a wheel chair, then chained into it. I was wheeled down to a van from the hold hospital on my way towards my new home. Another nurse followed by with my backpack of stuff i was allowed to have. The warden of St. Ann's had already called ahead to in form Mik that a new patient was being transferred his way along with the file.
Laying in his rather uncomfortable cot, looking up at the ceiling he was rather bored. After having cut his claw to a sharper point he rolled over and looked over the marks on the walls. Still not sharp enough, but it made him able to cut thinner lines in the walls. Sill not thin enough, or red enough. The concrete behind the pain made for such dull colors compared to what he knew he could do.
During the day he had a surprise visitor, that was nice, though probable non of the other inmates or guards knew about it. This made him feel a small amount of enjoyment, knowing something the others did not, that was so rare being locked in this box.
He decided to close his eyes until something more interesting happens, giggling in short fits on occasion at funny thoughts he had in his mind about all the things he wanted to do ones 'it' happened. His drawing needed attention but he was running out of space and of course by obvious common sense he had to wait with continuing them.
He started to get itchy, not physically, mentally. He needed to draw, why must he wait, why cant they let him draw.
He started rolling in his cot back and forward, trying to ebb the urge. He knew it would do no good, last time he could not control it, he started drawing on himself and that was unpleasant in any sense.
In the midst of this fight between himself, he suddenly stops, his ears prick. At first he did not believe it, then he could not mistake those classic clicks and clacks. Oh, this did call for some excitement, Even though he never had met the inspector face to face, there had been rumors and rumors where always fun. Besides, even if what he had heard to be true, was, it did not matter. Getting up, his ears twitch to the already some other occupants starting the age old ritual that non of them knew why they did it, but it was something different from the quite doldrums that haunted the place usually. Hopping off his cot he skipped to the door with his tail flicking back and forth, the rapping had already started. Hitting his knuckles against the lock of his door, the slow rapping of the other followed suite. Harder and harder they all hit their locks until it echoed throughout the hospital, even down to the more secluded isolation cells.
Alex went around checking the doors making sure everything was in order, seeing a yellow envelope file and grabbed it, he looked around seeing it was to patient 534 then walked over to his door, he looked around seeing if anyone was looking, then shoved it in between the bars, whispering some, "Hey patient 534, you got mail."
He waited for his response, then left, seeing the lights blink some, he decided to go check the power levels going to the elevator and pressed a button going to the sub-levels.