Introduction
Whatever it is, you were imagining it, and that's why you're here. You don't have special powers. You are not supernatural. These things do not exist.
But why can I still do these things? Why won't you tell us what's happening?
You're in a mental institution, you're imagining these things.
Or maybe you're not.
"Because the drugs never work,
they gonna give you a smirk.
'Coz they got methods of keepin' you clean."
Werewolves
- Jessica Hye Lee / Female
- Felix Ichancar / Male
Vampires
- Mariah Saunders / Female
- Reserved / Male / Syn.!
Mages [ Earth, Fire, Wind, Air, Electricity, Light, Dark ]
- Annaleah Harris / Female
- Eliot Lukas / Male
Shifters
- Reserved / Female / LoveMeMaybe
- Floyd Sarrasen / Male
Hybrids [ Vamp/Wolves ]
- Taken / Female
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Misc.
- Galen Blare
- Death
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3. Violence, cursing, and romance that follows RPGateway's rules is allowed.
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Few people at the institution actually knew who Death was. To most, she was just a nurse who was around a lot more often than the others. She was the doctors secret weapon, they thought that they controlled her. It was funny actually, since she was the one who planted the whole idea in their minds. But, they were men, she would let them have their way for now. When it came time they would see that, well they never had any leverage on her and really, they couldn't have stopped her if she wanted to kill them all right then. Don't worry, she didn't. The patients in the institution were important to her, especially one man. Unfortunately she had gotten here a little too late, and most of them were already brainwashed. There was still a select few though, that she had hopes for. Two mages, two werewolves, a shifter, and a vampire.
Currently, she was walking the hallways and knocking twice on each door, as per the usual morning wake up call. They all had about ten minutes then, to get up and get ready before heading down to the breakfast hall. After breakfast they were free to do as they pleased until lunch. Though instead of going back to free time, after lunch they were paired up for one on one. Usually the mages were put together, then the werewolves. Since there was currently only one shifter and one vampire, they were paired up. This was the time they got to sort of bond, talk about whatever. Though they were encouraged to talk about their recent 'episodes', in case they thought they were actually supernatural again. They always sent one of the nurses or doctors to sit with the "special" case, Galen Blare. She was usually quick to volunteer, since she had long since deemed him the one that she would corrupt. It was her goal to remind these creatures that they weren't normal.
Knocking on the last door, she turned back around and headed towards the breakfast area.
Luke rolls out of bed, slipping on some shoes. He takes his hair tie, and makes his little tuft of hair in the back of his head. Luke wears his hair messy all the time, so no need to fix it. Luke opens the door of his room, and steps out into the hall. Doctors pass him by as he walks to the dining room. Maybe they'd have something decent today. Of course, it wasn't the food Luke looked forward to, but the socialization afterwards. Luke enjoys talking to Annaleah, who he was usually paired up with. They seemed to have similar incidents, so Luke feels like he can identify with her more.
Once he makes it to the dining area, he notices he's one of the first. A nurse was there, a familiar one at that...Castiel, was it? She was the one that talked to that older guy here. Dismissing the thought, Luke sits down at a table, awaiting the arrival of others.
Though, instead of causing a ruckus this morning like the previous mornings, she hopped out of bed and stumbled towards the door; her stomach protesting and complaining to her body. As she opened the door forcefully, Jez’s body jerked forward, obviously falling forward but catching herself by hanging on the door knob. She held her empty and growling stomach as she made her way down the hallway, running her hand through her tangled and releasing a sigh. Damn, even though she was a vegan, Jez could have sworn that she could eat a freaking elephant. Upon her arrival to the cafeteria, she could already see that the main nurse and a boy were there; both of their names slipped her mind due to hunger.
Jez plopped down lifelessly, resting her head onto the cold table; her hand stretched out in front of her as she began to grumble protests- speaking mainly to her arguing stomach. Her hair fell from her shoulders and rained along her back as she released an aggravated sigh from her lips. Jez’s eyes closed and she could almost imagine herself at school, with her friends as they talk about the latest dream they all had that involved space pirates and sea-daemons. Though, when her eyes snapped open, she was still here; still in this sucky place. Sure, it probably would’ve have been as dramatizing if she was failing, or had no future, but she did. In fact, her plan was to become a lawyer- and with her grades and luck, she was actually accepted into Harvard- that’s right, Harvard! Now what, she’s stuck in this damn place after some freak accident of her turning into a ginormous man-eating dog- which, for the record, she sworn was what happened- with everyone thinking she is absolutely crazy. Well, there goes her future. Down the shitter.
I walked into the dining room spotting Jez was it? And I believe the boy's name was Luke? I gave them a silent nod, acknowledging them... Even though I was stuck here with them didn't mean I had to talk to them or be ignorant of their existence. I walked to the far end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation. I saw Castiel... I grinned and gave her a smile. She was odd but I managed to give her a smile, the most I could offer someone in this place. "Whats the Sludge today?" I asked, trying to amuse myself.
When he saw Castiel, he nearly smiled, wanting to be glad to see her; that oh so familiar face. But then he remembered. this was not the woman he loved. His psychologist had been extremely adamant about that. Galen's fiance died several years ago in a car accident is the middle of a storm. First, he went into a psychotic depression, and convinced himself that his fiance did not die, but was death itself. He came up with an elaborate story that told of him first dying, then meeting a beautiful woman named Death, then finally becoming immortal. He had immersed himself in this fantasy so deeply that he had a full recollection of the past 6,000 years of history. This was easily explained by him having a masters degree in world history. Even now after three years of intense psychological therapy, he struggled with the memories, and had to constantly convince himself that they were fake. Now he was at a second phase of the fantasy, which he was at least becoming more realistic, and was projecting his fiance onto this woman, the only new employee since his arrival. Every time he looked at her, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, and hold her, swearing to never let go again. In fact, this was exactly what he did the first day he laid eyes on her at the institution. But after that, once they had pried him off of her and somehow forced him into a straight jacket as he was mercilessly attacking anyone who laid their hands on either of them, he slowly accepted that she was not his love. Even now, just like with the memories, he struggled to convince himself that she was someone else. A stranger whom he had frightened and possibly traumatized. He then wondered why she was always so eager to be the one to listen to him during the conversational therapy. he theorized that she was developing Nightingale Syndrome, but then remembered that he was the one with the mental illness. Not her.
He grimaced as he walked past her, nodding politely as he headed to the cafeteria. if sleeping hours were his most hated time of day, then meal time came in an extremely close second. The problem was just as he never felt a need to sleep, he also was never hungry, or thirsty. Even when he refused to eat, he never lost energy, and was never dehydrated. He only ate because his psychologist insisted that he was subconsciously willing himself not to feel the symptoms, even though they were there. The Nutritionist said that he was malnourished, and on the verge of starvation, but he never felt any different than normal. When he did eat, it was because something tasted good, not because he needed to eat it. He slowly made his way through the serving line and got the minimal amount of food required, while at the same time as many pancakes and sausage links they would give him. He sat down in the back corner of the room so he could see everyone who came in and out of the room. Another psychological problem he presented. He displayed all of the symptoms of a shell shocked soldier with 20 years worth of PTSD. But the problem was that he was never in the military, or experienced anything even remotely similar. He was a Wallstreet business man, his stress was all papers. nothing physical or traumatic, other than his Fiance's death, which he already suffered separate symptoms from.
And such was his life. Confusion, self deception, mystery, and chaos. He glanced around the room to the other patients. Most old, but a few new. He was mildly interested in them, all suffered something similar as him. They thought they were magical or unnatural creatures. Oddly enough, he always knew what each of them were when he saw them. That one is a Wearwolf, Vampire, Elemental, Harpy, Fox, ext. Of the new ones there was a Light Mage, Werewolf, and Vampire present. The others would most likely arrive shortly.
Following the stream, Felix ended up in a cafeteria. He had been assuming that it was where people were going, considering it would be what made most sense. He looked around a little, not having a single idea of where to go now. It seemed to him like people had pre-picked locations to sit, or was supposed to sit with certain people at least. He looked around a little before he saw a girl sitting alone that appeared to be around his own age, possibly a little older. He walked over to the table and hoped he didn't mess up the seating-chart as he sat down on one of the chairs/benches. "Good morning" He said to the girl. She didn't look too happy, so he decided he wanted to try to cheer her up a little. He had no idea why she felt so down. Or at least appeared to him as feeling sad at least. The way that she was leaning over the table seemed like a pretty obvious sign to him.
Amazingly, Greg was allowed to wear most things he thought he wouldn't be, like his studded bracelet and collar. Though, they didn't at first, but after time with him acting more or less calm they let him. The thought gave him some satisfaction, but not a lot, as he still knew he had to play by their rules. He got dressed quickly, not really paying attention as he did, and then made his way through the building to get breakfast. Once there however, he realized he wasn't all that hungry. Looking around, he saw other people already gathering, and wasn't sure where exactly he should go, if anywhere. Sighing, he felt a headache coming on and decided to just sit by himself till it passed. He wanted to talk to people, but not when he was in a bad mood and would snap at them.
He sighed and kicked his feet off his bed. He felt tired, sluggish even as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, there was a ringing noise in both of his ears that he tried to shake off, he'll probably need coffee to be able to fully function today, he yawned and stretched his arms over his head, 'make that a LOT of coffee.'
By some miracle he managed to make his way to the dining area without falling asleep on the way, he rubbed his eyes again and bit back a mighty yawn. Most of his fellow prisoners were here before him it seemed, there was Greg sitting by himself looking a bit grumpy 'nice to know that I'm not suffering alone', the New Guy and Jessica where sitting at another table, he also spotted Galen, Luke, Mariah and the nurse Castiel.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again, I hope we don't have to do this whole socializing thing again. He let out a snort at the thought of "socializing". He then walked to Greg's table and took the furthest seat away from him and placed his head with his arms as a cushion on the table then closed his eyes.
She frowned, getting out of bed, showering and dressing herself. The outfit she had chosen was simple...Well, simple for her. Her legs were covered in a pair of brightly colored leggings, that depicted blue lightning in a night sky. They were her favorite. For the upper half of her body she wore a simple, short black dress and jean vest. Technically, it wasn't so simple, but at least she wasn't wearing a funky hat or scarf along with it, and she had completely decided against any jewelry. She was also wearing flip flops. She never wore flat shoes. Ever.
When she had made her way down to the breakfast building, she noticed someone sitting alone and looking a little...grumpy. Never one to miss an opportunity to meet new people, she plopped herself down right next to him. "Hey there!" She said with a smile. "I'm Anna."
"Hey, Aiden, did ya not get enough sleep last night?" Greg said to the other, who had his head on his arms and looked like he was going to fall asleep. He tried to keep his voice down though, not wanting others to look over. He figured Aiden didn't even want him to talk to him, but he couldn't help himself. To him, the more a person tried to not talk, the more he wanted them to talk. It was weird. For instance, seeing everyone with each other when he came in made him not want to talk to them, even if he was okay with big groups. Just talking to someone who was alone or secluding himself seemed a better option. "You look exhausted," he added, frowning a bit. He remembered trying to get sleep when he first came to the asylum. Not fun. Not to mention the beds kinda sucked. After about the third week he opted for having the blanket as a cushion of sorts on the bed, instead of an actual blanket.
Before Aiden could even answer, a girl sat down by Greg and introduced herself as Anna, causing Greg to jump a bit but smile anyways. "Uh, hi, Greg," he said, looking over her. Was she new?
Very slowly, and most certainly reluctantly, Jez opened her eyes a little, the light of the cafeteria rushing into her vision and causing them to close instantly. She jerked upwards once more, and rubbed them lightly as if she was still tired- which she was for the record- and looked up at the person who had just confronted her with the friendly greeting. To Jez’s guess, it was, indeed, a guy; the gender which she isn’t compatible with at all. He was a slender yet lean boy, who was practically four inches taller than her; which, from the school she went to, was a rarity. In fact, now that she looked around the cafeteria- which filled up quickly to her disliking- half of the people here where taller than her, minus one or two guys and girls.
He was probably the first person to actually speak to her- or at least from she’s knowledgeable of- and probably was new since she hadn’t seen him around. As much as she wanted to say hi back, even in this situation where a friend would probably be her greatest achievement, Jez couldn’t bring herself to actually say the words to a guy.
Her mouth slowly opened, as if she was going to say something but it closed quickly and before she knew it, her head shot down towards the table. She bit her bottom lip to try to hide the embarrassment of her incompetence to speak to a boy; with the sudden embarrassment and shock, a slight blush stained her cheeks and the anger was only drowned out by the rumbles of her stomach.
He groggily looked up at Greg and was about to tell him that exhausted was an understatement and didn't even measure up to what he was feeling, in hopes that Greg would sympathize with him and therefor leave him alone to miserably attempt to sleep again, when a person took a seat at their table. His body tensed and he straightened up a bit when he realized that she's a girl and she's actually pretty and her name's Anna. Greg introduced himself, and Aiden realized that since she didn't really acknowledge his existence it's a good time as any to get up and go grab some breakfast. He wasn't running away from conversation, he was just going to get breakfast coincidentally when that conversation started... yup that's right.
He stood up and went to the serving line and grabbed a tray, a plate and some plastic utensils (some of the patients are
Castiel looked up to see someone coming near her. Just like she always did, she immediately checked the person to try and determine their intentions. It was a silly thing to do, in a place like this. And it wasn't like they would get far if they tried to attack her, well unless they remembered how to use their powers. That actually might have worked in her favor- she could test it later. Anyways, hundreds of years of war taught her to be careful no matter who she was being or what she was talking to, and she was usually always on her guard. Though the boys smile was reassuring, and she allowed herself to relax slightly. It wasn't like any of the patients were especially violent anyways.
It did disappoint her though, when she watched Galen Blare- she never just called him Galen -walk in and barely glance at her, he almost looked disgusted to see her. Of course it hurt, but the same soft expression stayed plastered to her face. The first day she had been here, Galen Blare had thrown his arms around her and not let her go. It was so hard to not enjoy the moment with him, so painful to have to try and push him away. Shaking her head to dismiss the thoughts, she looked back up at the boy who had spoken to her. "The usual. Eggs, sausage, pancakes, everything in between," she made a mmm sound, as if pretending it actually sounded good, before playfully rolling her eyes.
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Oh well. It was best not to let things distract him from the pleasure of eating. He dug into the remaining pancakes and eggs. savoring the flavor. he did not quite understand why, but each mouthful tasted like a gift. Like it was special for some reason. He always felt like this when he ate. he never thought anything of it, just being extra thankful for being alive, he reasoned. But it was not only food. it was everything. Everything he saw, or smelled that was pleasing, he could not help but feel like he should not be enjoying it, and was only allowed to by an unseen force. "Or I'm just crazy." He muttered under his breath. Then, glancing over at Castiel, he muttered again, "Yeah. Definitely crazy."
It didn’t take her long to reach the end and turn back towards her table; her eyes carefully staring at the boy, who, to her surprise, had a notepad on the table. From the distance she was at, Jez was unable to see what he was drawing; though, saying she was curious was an understatement. As Jez made her way to the tables, her eyes looked over at the picture, and to her amazement, was a beautiful drawing that looked like something out of a picture. She set her tray down across from him before looking down at it, popping a grape in her mouth as she peered up at him through her eyelashes.
“That’s a pretty picture.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but thanks to the lack of chattering noise that had yet to arrive in the cafeteria; it was audible enough for him to hear. Despite her small comment, Jez kept popping grapes into her mouth, avoiding eye contact with him and wishing that she had one of her friends with her; at least she wouldn’t be as over dramatic as she was now.
After taking a seat, Luke takes a moment to scope out the room. The kids had begun to talk to each other, and Luke decides he better get with it. He'd have enough time to talk to Annaleah after breakfast, so he wanted to talk to someone new. However, that feeling you get when you have no idea who to sit with at lunch sets in. What if they just ignored him? Luke looks around some more, seeing the girl who he believed to be Mariah sitting at the table, not talking to anyone. Most likely because she didn't want to. She had acknowledged him and Jez when she entered, though...
Deciding to take a chance, Luke sits near Mariah, but not too close to her. Just enough to be able to talk without shouting. Then he realizes that it was her that asked about the food, and smiles as he gets his ice breaker ready. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how good is the sludge?" Luke asks, then realizes how horrible that really was. Oh well, first impressions never usually went well. Hopefully Mariah would stick around for a few more seconds. Hopefully.
Deciding to take a chance, Cas pushed herself back onto her feet. After throwing the apple away, she moved silently- and when she said silently, she meant it. Death was great at disguising her movements -over to Galen Blare's table. Gently placing her water down before sitting herself, she offered the man across from her as soft a smile as she could manage. The last time she had spoken to him was almost a week ago, since she had been too busy to sit with him and talk. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here," she started carefully. "I doubt any of the other patients would take well to me trying to talk with them, but I figured you might be a bit more comfortable with it."
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"I doubt any of the other patients would take well to me trying to talk with them, but I figured you might be a bit more comfortable with it."
"That is because most of the other patients do not believe that they belong here. I know I do, so I have accepted your role as therapist." He neither smiled or frowned, drinking the cup of hot coffee, as he spoke. Looking down at his plate, he saw that it was empty. "I apologize, but I am finished eating now." He downed the last of his coffee in one gulp before getting up, and dropping his tray off at the kitchen wash window.
When he saw the girl return with the food, Felix looked up at her. He studied the food-tray she was holding for a short second before his eyes returned to the drawing. "Guess I should get myself something to eat as well" He said with the same gentle and friendly tone he used earlier. He flipped the cover over the paper and put it back into the pocket of the jacket before he stood up again. He was still smiling to her as he went off, even though she probably didn't even notice it.
The food looked rather plain and boring, which didn't really bother Felix a whole lot. He noticed some tomatoes, but systematically avoided them. He couldn't stand the consistency. There was no logic in hiding nasty juice in a nasty cover. Instead, he got some simple toast and a bottle of water before he walked back. He wasn't really that hungry, so the amount didn't matter too much.
Felix sat down on the bench again and put the plate down. he gently swung his legs over the bench so they were under the table again. He murmured something, too low for the girl to notice. That was the point at least. He picked up the toast slowly with his left hand and started to chew slowly on what would have been considered as the bottom left corner if the loafs was still put together in the form of a bread. There was some cheap-tasting cheese inside and some ham that tasted synthetic. However, he tried to not think about it and continued to eat on it.
Jez flinched as he spoke, before he too, got up as well; boy was she going crazy? How the hell was she supposed to be communicating with a boy when she doesn’t do much, well, communicating? Jez took in a sigh before she stuffed the toast into her mouth forcefully, trying to get up her appetite so she might have a little courage. Her cheeks were now full and plump, making her look similar to a fat rabbit or a squirrel; she watered it down and swallowed just before the boy sat down once more.
Too engulfed in trying to round up enough courage, Jez didn’t even noticed that the boy had mumbled something; her eyes just plainly looked up at him through her eyelashes, her head tilting downwards as she chewed and swallowed whatever remained in her mouth. She studied his food for a while, realizing she was craving meat; despite how unsatisfying and frankly, disgusting the meat looked, it still somehow created a strange hunger in Jez’s stomach.
“Crappy food here… eh?” She said nervously and quietly, trying to start a small conversation; granted, it may have not been the best starter since he was trying to eat, but Jez tried her best as she bit into the toast once more. “I mean,” She tried again, once more. Her face turning a light tint of red from her embarrassment, “I could be better, right? Or, uh, I had better.”
Great, she had the case of word vomit and couldn’t stop to think about it before she spoke once more; though, being silent for a half of a second gave her a chance to try and introduce herself. “Um, I’m Jessica; though, people call me Jez…” Her voice was a lot quieter now, and more bashful. Damn, why couldn’t she be normal and have a normal conversation with people?
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Was that a seagull? ... Nah, it was just snow. Oh, over there! Wait... More snow.
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What do you mean I'm crazy?
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"There are no facts, only interpretations."
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"For the love of all that is pure, just call me Luke."
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What do you mean I'm crazy?
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Was that a seagull? ... Nah, it was just snow. Oh, over there! Wait... More snow.
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"There are no facts, only interpretations."
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What do you mean I'm crazy?
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Was that a seagull? ... Nah, it was just snow. Oh, over there! Wait... More snow.
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