Cobalt looked up into the dense branches of the tree he was under as a gentle wind picked up. He liked the way it rustled the branches, liked the way it felt against his skin. Quietly he looked back down at his book, the white pages stained red due to the reflection of the sunlight off his bright red hair. He'd liked being shipped to the island from that building; it was much more peaceful somehow; despite all the other crazies running around. 'You could just kill them all,' a voice in his head said darkly, as if the person belonging to the voice was pouting. Cobalt laughed to himself and flipped the page, his amethyst eyes scanned over the words. "That would just please the hell out of you wouldn't it Coby? he thought back to it.
The teenager was surprised by his friendship with his other personality. Even though his other half wanted nothing more to harm people, he found him enjoyable and great company. He knew it was just another figment of himself and he was definitely insane by speaking to himself like a person; but Coby was like having a best friend around all the time. Cobalt never got lonely with Coby muttering things in his head and telling him to do things. Heck, sometimes Coby had good advice to give. "But I won't do it for you." 'You never do you bastard.

Julian approached the other male, holding Woody and covered in finger paints. He smiled and sat down next to him. "Be careful, the Devil's not wearing panties today..." He said quietly. Julian was a sweetheart, still a kid deep down. He stared at the other for a long while before pecking him on the cheek. Julian was known for showing signs of affection even though he was afraid of love. "Woody wants to know what you're doing..." He muttered, playing with the cowboy doll.

Blinking he looked up from his book and placed a hand on his cheek. His eyes shifted to the other boy and he knew through his hair the other couldn't see the ugly purple they were. "Well, I better make sure to be extra careful then. I don't want to be butt raped by the Devil," Cobalt said jokingly. He dropped his hand back to his book and turned back to look at the pages. "And to answer you my Darling Woody, I am reading a book called Skin Trade." The teen flipped the page and began to read again, still concentrating on the boy next to him. He didn't want to seem like he was ignoring him nor did he want to finish reading his book. 'That kid is hot. I like him.' Cobalt rolled his eyes. "Coby, you're a sexual fiend. I'm not surprised."

He blinked a few times, blushing. "Woody doesn't like it when you call him that..." He smeared some blue finger paint on the grass. He looked up and his eyes grew wide. He saw the, big, red, pantie-less Devil running to him. He whimpered a bit, hiding behind the tree. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He shouted to he 'Devil' that no one else saw.

"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap." Kaiden muttered unintelligent words beneath his breath as he continued to skitter across the grass, hopefully close to finding someone. The security here sucked, and Kaiden found himself being more alone than he was in the regular hospital. A hiss from behind him made his feet freeze, body turning to glance around. "Hello?" He whispered, panic striking across his features. Anger soiled his panic. "Stupid...freaking.."He kicked a rock. "Island." The ukulele bounced against his back as he continued forward, the strap sure to leave a mark from cutting off the circulation around his chest. Kaiden was just waiting for a freaking cricket to hop somewhere; that would send him into hysteria. Figuring he ought to stop walking before he actually did come upon one of the devil's with legs, what he called them, and he actually did break down.
Making sure to pull his ukulele around and to his chest, Kaiden plucked one of the miniature strings and closed his eyes to listen to the small sound it made. Sure, it calmed him, but it never made him quite happy.
(I am braindead D; )

The teen jumped and looked over at the blond/blue haired boy beside him. Quickly memorizing his page he grabbed onto the other boy and pulled him into a hug. "Calm down, it's okay. There's nothing there. Nothing's gonna hurt you alright?" he murmured to the boy in his arms. 'Heh heh. Now's your chance! Do something I'd do!' Coby shouted out in his head. Ignoring the voice the voice Cobalt stroked the other boy's head, shushing him like a mother would her child. "It's alright, it's alright. Nothing's gonna hurt you. While I'm here nothing will ever hurt you." 'You're such a liar. You could hurt him right now!' The teen lowered his head and bit down on his lip. "It wouldn't be me, it'd be you."

The blue-haired boy was shaking a bit. He looked up and trusting brown eyes met the others purple eyes. He was lost in a sea of colour, forgetting about the Devil. Red and purple?! Amazing. He smiled as the sound of the ukulele reached his ears. "Woody thinks that your pretty eyes match the music..." He muttered. Julian often talked through Woody.

The red head turned away quickly. "My eyes aren't pretty. They're disgusting and unnatural. Wished I had normal eyes like yours," he muttered. 'Can I please have a turn Cobalt. You are totally ruining the whole get with him vibe.' He shook his head and listened to the sound of the ukulele not too far from where they were. "It's good music though." Cobalt let go of the other boy and picked up his book, shoving it into the backpack he'd had on his back. "I hate my eyes, you're lucky." Subconsciously he flattened his bangs in front of his eyes with his hand and sighed.

((Be back tomorrow))

Tripp was pacing back and fourth in the courtyard, itching the side of his arm and looking all around. The island was very vagrant, full of vegetation, wonderful smells, and people even crazier than him. At least, the thought they were crazier, but then again, when he gets into his blood crazed stupor, he doesn't know how bad he can become. He was surprised they let him borrow his knife onto the island. Every other place they also search him high and low before they let him in. This place, they didn't even pat him down. They just threw him off the boat and told him to "play nice" with everyone.
And he was. He was going to try and play nice. He wasn't going to let the worst of him get the best of him this time. The other side of him will have to be forced down with as much mental prowess as he had. The last thing he wanted to do was mutilate another human being... especially if the other human being had the same chance of killing him as he did to them...

"Good evening Miss Ellas."
What's up dak?
"Yes, yes...Now, I want you to answer a few questions."
Like I have a choice?
"Hm...How are you feeling?"
Oooo....That's a tough one...ummm...Can I go fifty-fifty?
"No."
Oh! Can I phone a friend? My mother would love to be on the show!
"Fine. We'll move forwards. Why do you enjoy your persona so much do you think?"
How do you know I like it? I have to be like this! I'm teaching the world!
"Teaching the world what?"
Ah! No! You don't get answers without work! I'm not a whore for answers!
"I see..."
Can I go now?
"No. The hour isn't up yet. Let's talk about your family."
Ah yes! The fireman and the arsonist!
"That's not your parents."
Yes it is! So many arguments! Want to call off all the appointments you got today?
"How about at school?"
Again! We need to get some coffee in here for that! So much blood, sweat and jam! You know how us English like to party!
"Perhaps later when you can behave."
What? Nothing probing? Nothing about my mensurations? Everyone wants to hear about that! But I already explained the major details: blood, sweat and jam! Ha- ha-haahaaaahoooheehaaaaaaaahaahahaaahaaaaaaaa!

She sat under a tree, laughing to herself. Part of her wasn't isane, the Asher part. Asher was a scared teen, afraid of her other side. Ashton, the crazy rapist in her mind. Watcha laughin 'bout Ashley? He knew just how to irritate her. It's Asher, I'm isane remember? She said, as her madman green eyes searched hopelessly in the dark. Oh, I love when you go blind, isane teen on me! he stated sacrasticly, and if he had eyes, they'd be rolling. "Just let me laugh isanely in peace, okay?"

With a huff Cobalt got to his feet and brushed debris and dirt from his pants. He looked up at the trees through his hair one last time before he hitched his backpack onto his shoulder more comfortably. The teen wasn't planning to go anywhere, he was just tired of sitting on the ground. 'If you aren't going anywhere let me go somewhere. I'm dead bored and I have had no chance to look around this island. You're killing me here!' Coby's voice whined in his head. The red head winced and tried to brush off the sharp jab in his skull; a sign that Coby was trying to forcibly get out of his confines. "I don't trust you. Next thing you know, I let you out and someone gets hurt... or worse. I don't want that on my mind!" Cobalt shouted at the voice angrily. Although he considered Coby his only current best friend, he did wish death upon the other. 'I won't hurt anyone, trust me. You let me out nicely and nothing bad will happen. Cross my black heart and hope to not die.' "I'll think about it you nutcase."

Twila had found a dark cave to confide in for awhile and was now pacing back and forth inside of it. She could hear slight comotion outside, for she wasn't that far away. She heard a ukulele and faint shouting. She chuckled to herself and whispered, "These people amuse me."

She wasn't a big fan of the island because she didn't like hot weather. Sunny places just weren't her thing. There wasn't much of a choice though, not at all. Her father sent her to a mental institute against her will. Then when it became too crowded they shipped a lucky few off to an island. How nice. Her father had probably forgotten about her, and that very thought made her freeze.

Forgotten.

There was that word again. Twila hated it with a burning passion. Suddenly, she felt an urge coming on. She needed a distraction quickly. She looked around frantically, and started sprinting deeper into the cave. Finally, she stopped and collapsed onto the ground. She figured panic wasn't the answer. Her eyes were well adjusted to the darkness by now, so she could see decently. Rocks, there were lots of rocks in the cave. Sharp ones at that. Twila picked one up that was a bit bigger than the size of her hand. It had a sharp point, but not sharp enough. So, she sat down and carved it against the cave wall. The consistant pattern of up and down calmed her a bit, and got her mind off things. But the urge for a distraction did not dull. She kept going until it was perfect. Her own little weapon to carry wherever she went.

That took her about an hour and a half, now she needed to figure out what she wanted to do with it. Twila leaned against the moist cave wall in the darkness without fear and pondered for a moment or so. She stared at her hand made knife intently and jabbed it into her thigh without a second thought. She twisted it around sharply then yanked it out, laughing the whole time. She felt numb and payed no attention to the pained. She just smirked at the blood gushing from her leg. She then carefully wiped the blood from her knife onto her shirt and strolled out of the cave with her head held high, a cynical smile on her face, and the knife hidden in her bra. Not a safe place to have that, but there was no other place to keep it at the moment. Knowing that now it was time to be smart, she went in search for the voices she heard earlier. She needed someone's shirt to bandage up her wound, and it surely wasn't going to be hers. She didn't want her breasts shown to the world, even if she did have a bra on.

Twila winced at the sun and let out an annoyed sigh. She much rather woud've stayed in the cave, but she wasn't going to be stupid and bleed to death. She put her hand down to her thigh and put pressure on the wound, then continued to walk (quite awkwardly). Eventually, she bumped into a two guys that looked about her age. One had red hair that fell in front of his eyes, and the other had blue in his hair and was holding a Woody doll.

She coughed loudly and began to speak in her perfected british accent, "Excuse me! Excuse me, sirs! I'm in need of a little... assistance."

Cobalt turned as he heard the voice and looked at the girl standing behind him through his read hair. He blinked and let his eyes travel down to the wound on her thigh. His mouth watered slightly and he winced at another sharp jab in his head. 'Can't fight me for long. You want me to deal with the blood. LET ME DEAL WITH IT!' The teen pressed a hand to his temple and lowered his head for a moment. Cobalt had no other choice; blood and wounds were Coby's thing, Coby dealt with it. He bit down on his lip and slowly started to let his other half take control of the one body that they shared. He couldn't stand the urges that were filling his body; the urges to just have that blood on his hands, to make the wound worse, to laugh as he committed crimes worthy of the most insane of all people. "You better not fuck up Coby."

Coby lifted his head and smiled a kind smile. "Well, how did someone like you end up with a wound like that?" He pointed curiously to the what he knew was a self inflicted wound. His mind had already come up with the scenario, she'd stabbed herself and wiped the object off on her shirt. Her other hand had no blood on it so it couldn't of been the fact that she'd wiped it and the protruding object in her shirt that looked too much like a sharp object. Coby stuck his hands into his pockets and wrapped a hand around the exact-o-knife he kept there for instances when he was dealing with other crazies. "You fall?" he asked, honesty and truthful curiosity littered in his tone. He found the blood quite enjoyable, he wanted more of it. Coby wanted blood on his hands, he wanted to step in it and dance in it and just go fucking crazy in it. He could feel Cobalt shudder in disgust at his thoughts. It made him smirk and he pushed his bangs from his purple eyes. "And how may I be of assistance?" He blinked and waited innocently for the girl's answer. It was hard for him to not attack her; he'd promised Cobalt and he never broke a promise to his best friend.

She watched the boy and the girl who was bleeding. Well, Ashton did for her. She could hear them quite well. I bet if you went over there you would come back with blood on your hands! shton said, laughing maniacly. She shrugged, and went over. "Can a blind, insane teen be of assistance?" ASher asked, was she pulled off her shirt. She had a tank-top underneath. "Or a shirt?"

Tripp continued to whittle the branch. He was just finishing up the delicately and define sculpture of an army soldier when he saw the group gathered around another woman. He was tempted to go see what it was, but instead, turned away from the scene and began to walk along the heavy vegetation. He didn't feel like speaking to anyone else here, finding something fishy about how loose everything was. He had never seen a place that just allowed their clients to walk around where they might hurt themselves. Something was going on in this island and he didn't want to become a suspect in something that he didn't do. Instead, he put the wooden soldier in his pocket and ripped off another branch. He began whittling away on that when he came to a cave.

"Thank God," he remarked and continued to whittle. He hated the sun. He was mostly Irish and Norwegian, so he was a sickly, pale white. He stepped in only enough to feel the cool breeze from the cave and to get out of the sun. It truly was a beautiful day and he enjoyed the sounds and smells, just not the light. He put his back on the wet walls and continued to whittle, trying to think what this place was.

Ever since he's been here, he hasn't seen any guards, doctors, or an occasional intern seeing how they were. He was used to all of this, being in enough psyche wards to memorize the procedures. The doctors come by, give a smile, and try to talk to him. He'd enjoy the company and respond back, but couldn't get close to the doctors from the hulking security near him. He'd walk away and arrive back near supper time, which was usually Jello or mashed potatoes with a heavy dose of multi colored pills. He'd ask if the it would be alright if an intern would join our conversations and, like always, he would accept. This would repeat over and over again, but as long as he had company, he was fine.

Now, he didn't want to talk to anyone. Something didn't feel right and who knew how unstable some of these people are...

Twila saw the boy with the red hair struggle a bit with himself, and she tilted her head curiously. Then, he perked up a bit. Like he just took a pill of confidence. He walked up to her, eyeing up her wound maliciously, and asked, "Well, how did someone like you end up with a wound like that?"

He continued to get closer and Twila smirked at him. He obviously had something in his pocket, like a knife. No big deal, she could take whatever he could throw at her. She had a weapon of her own and a sadistic attitude.

"You fall?" The boy seemed sincerely curious, but there was a spark in his eye that made Twila second guess him, "And how may I be of assistance?"

She was about to answer him when another teen came up to her and asked, "Can a blind, insane teen be of assistance? ... Or a shirt?"

Twila looked back and forth between the two. One, the boy, looking at her wound knowingly and viciously. The other, looking at her innocently and offereing the shirt off her back. Her eyes were a beautiful green and ever so inviting, but the black messanger bag the girl carried put Twila off a bit. Although, she couldn't help but notice how pretty the girl was. She shook away the thought. She had to take in this situation seriously. No one could be trusted here. She had to do something because they were both standing there waiting for an answer.

"Well, " She took the girl's shirt, "Thanks for that." Twila wrapped it tightly around her wound and tied it, finally being able to take her hand off her leg. She looked at the boy with the red hair and continued, "Hmmm... You can ease off that knife in your pocket. You won't be needing it. Unless, of course, you wanted to take me on? Maybe make my wounds worse? Watch me bleed? I wouldn't appreciate that, but if you really must..."

Twila chuckled darkly at him and waited for his answer. She loved to egg people on, and no doubt she was going to get hurt. Or maybe the boy would surprise her and leave it be. Either way, it didn't matter to her. Something she enjoyed was pain. Pain in general was entertainment to her. Whether it be her own, or someone else's. She gripped the knife in her shirt and thought of all the things she could do to him in that moment, but she would never take things that far. Unless he pissed her off to the point of no return.

"Anyways, I'm Twila. And who are all of you?" She smiled crookedly, glancing at all of them. Especially the girl in only a tank-top, that was hot. She laughed at herself mentally, then looked quickly back to the boy with the red hair. She didn't want to be off guard if he decided to do something.

Minamimoto was scared.Very scared."I need to Build one,very quick!", he thought.He looked around and saw three people. A redhead. A girl in a tank top. A blind blonde.
He noted them as potential heap components and walked away into the undergrowth.He followed What seemed to be a set of pig tracks.When he arrived at their source,he jumped with glee."A sow and her nine piglets!"He thought with glee."Wonderful!"He stabbed the sow and,and he destroyed her babies.He heaped them in a large pile,and added some garbage from his pocket to the heap.He saw a person swimmming in a pool.He killed her and added her body to the heap.Several hours later,the heap was complete.It comprised mainly of sticks and leaves,with several dead bodies and pigs and squirrels.He muttered a prayer and exclaimed"It is beutiful!And its lovely stench.I bet the whole island can smell it!To this day,I remain unpunished.Thank you Lord!" He then strutted off to find a place to sleep.

There was the noise of rocks clattering around on the stony floor somewhere in the same cave Tripp was in. More shuffling if you strain your ears. Louder as it came closer. And closer. Closer still. Something slides along Tripp's shoulders, hugging him close. A lighter clicks into life, banishing a little of darkness in the white hand on the end of the arm around his shoulder. In the other direction was the white, painted face with lips lined in red but failed to stop that the sides of the lips of the already wide grin.
"Hello!" She, for it was a 'she' under the make up and green hair. The voice was English but incredibly happy to see him. "Well, well, well. Let's have a look at you, hmm?" In the free hand, she raises and opens a file. You could see a grumpy picture of Tripp inside.

"JESUS CHRIST!!!" Tripp screamed and pushed her away, jumping forward and turning around with his black blade aimed towards his attacker. He stared at the woman and was panting from the sudden surprise he just received. Seeing his attacker now he lowered his blade and panted hard, "Holy shit... you..." he stopped to pant some more, "you scared me. What the hell are you doing all the way back in the cave?" He was thinking about where he was and remembered he was in a crazy island, answering his own question.
He folded up his knife and held his chest, feeling his heart jump so hard, it felt like it was going to pop out of his chest. When he wasn't in his blood lust mode, he was just as scared as anyone else. His courage was never really powerful till his second side took over. It was only when he calmed down did he see what she looked like. He raised an eyebrow and scratched his head, "J-...Joker?" he noticed the white face paint and the crazy getup, just in woman form. "I didn't know the Joker was a woman..."

Minamimoto followed the woman dressed as joker into the cave.He saw her show a boy with a hunch something and talk in an English accent.He saw the boy jump back and yell "JESUES CHRIST!!!".He assumed he should speak to them,and act like his usaul self to deter them to follow him.He wasn't sure why he thought they would follow him.Maybe he was just paranoid.But he didn't want anyone to find out what he was doing with the heaps,so he decided he would take this precautionary measure.To get their attention,first he shouted:"SINE!COSINE!TANGENT!".He paused a beat and continued."ATENTION ALL ANNOYING HECTOPASCALS! SHO MINAMIMOTO HAS ARRIVED!".He then walked into the middle of both of them and said:"Greetings,people who arent't worth my time but to who I will introduce myself anyways.I am Sho Minamoto,as you proably just heard.For the sake of politeness,I will ask your names.What are your names?"

Tripp raised an eyebrow, automatically irritated at this mans lack of sincerity and politeness shook his head. "Great to meet you Sho Minann-... Minat..." he stopped and shook his head, "Whatever, Sho." He looked out at the sun, then back at the inconsiderate psycho. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, not wanting to leave his new spot, but didn't want to fight the two crazies away either. With a large sigh, he walked out of the cave, not even giving either of them the chance to carry on a conversation. Looks like this whole island is full of these crazies... he thought to himself, I have got to be more careful. If she had the mind to, she couldn't killed me in an instant. Got to stop being so careless... He made sure to stay in the dense part of the trees to keep out the hot sun. Sho Minamimoto was a shining example of the self indulged pieces of trash here and he needed to separate himself as far away from those people as possible.

Minamimoto's head followed the hunched boy on his way,and then immediatly snapped to Joker-woman,as he had decide to call her in his head."What is Igor's problem?Nevermind,I can see your feeble mind straining to answer even this simple question.So then,I will play it safe and ask you something even someone who is as stupid as y-" Minamimoto sniffed the air deeply,and then his face contorted into a shape of despair.His face reverted to his normal expression quickly.Oh my god,Minamimoto thought.I am screwed if she knows this smell.He continued on as if nothing had happened "even someone who is as stupid as you.What is your name?" Oh god.You really can smell the scent of death this far.The heap turned out to smell far stronger than I had thought,Minamimoto thought.I hope she dosen't recognize the scent of death.

The Joker stood for a few seconds as though frozen in watching the pointless intrusion before looking at her file once more. She flicked a few pages before following Tripp out of the cave, assuming that Minamoto would follow suit. She was going to read regardless.
"Ah!" She said, a smug grin forming. "Sho Minamoto. An unusual fruit-loop that exhibits all the obsessions and characteristics of a Womble! A religiously-driven need to pile refuse or God with smite you." She looks back towards Minamoto with a more savage sneer. "Next to godliness, right?" Back to the folder.
"Generally unpleasant, egotistic and demeaning." She looks again with that sneer back. "Someone doesn't play Doctors nicely. Hee-he-heeee!"
Then the Joker flicked back a few pages.
"You'll give Slipknot a bad name with that mask. Tripp Tramm." She looked up at the back of Tripps head while walking. "So the abuse started very early on...I'm sure you can change that to something less embarrassing." Back to the notes. She scanned down them, occasionally making interested noises.
"Ah! So your a common or garden, parent-abused psychopathic hero fighting against adversity in the face of unspeakable evil." Her head cocked to the side as the voice and smirk gave the impression of telling a small child he wasn't good enough, letting him down easy. But loving it.
"I am Dr Quip and I can't help but notice that you don't belong here." An increase in speed and a widening on that smirk. "Sure, you might not belong anywhere but how do you know?" Another burst of speed as she walked.
"You've never been anywhere else. Its my medical opinion that you must leave. ASAP. With me..." The pace grew quickly before she leaped at him. The mask was lifted up and their lips locked for a few second before she drew back, panting but grinning. Grinning widely.
"One of those now, all you could ever want when we get out of here." Ah! That sultry stare. That knowing grin.

This Dr.Quip might be the first to die,Sho Minamoto thought.But,he only needed one heap per day.And it might be useful for him to gain this zetta moronic doctor's trust.Or at least let her think he has no intention of adding her to the heap.He smiled and nodded his head,like he was accepting praise for being special.Just like the psycology textbook said he should.And when he was prompted to go with her,he did.He knew she wasn't seeing through the facade.The stench of death got worse as The Joker and he neared the cave mouth.He shuddered.Either this woman has killed more than me,Minamoto thought,or she has no sense of smell.But,he thought,What if this invitation to get out of here was true!?!Was she even talking to him?Or was she talking to Tripp?It dosen't matter,Minamoto concluded,She was still going to die for calling him a fruit loop.