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Kieko Harlong

"There has to be some rational explanation..."

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a character in “The First Signs of Madness”, as played by Shané

Description

Name- Kieko Harlong (Pronounced Kee-co)
Age- 18
Species- Human
Appearance-
Kieko is a beautiful Japanese girl. All her features are quite delicate and slender. Her eyes are a dark, deep brown, and are slightly slanted, almond shape. Her eyebrows are dark, curved and well-shaped. Her ebony hair is very long and reaches just past her waist. While not quite dead panned, it is reasonably straight with slight waves. Kieko also has porcelain skin, and is burnt easily, she is only half-cast Japanese. Her mother is of Japanese origin, however her father was a white man. Her build is very slight, and she is almost underweight due to a high metabolism. She has an almost normal figure though more on the thin side, but is quite short for her age, looking almost fifteen height wise.

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Personality

Kieko has a very sweet nature, and contrary to her looks, is neither vain nor pampered. She is usually quiet, however very opinionated. She has a soft spoken nature and tends to be very gentle and soft hearted. This being said, while she has a long fuse, she can also have a horrific temper, when and if she is angered. Though as said before, this is very rarely seen. Kieko also has a tendency to avoid the demonic and shadows, finding them unwholesome and dangerous. She is very nervous around those kinds of things.Kieko also has the almost skill of empathy. She is very good at reading people and can often tell what they are feeling by watching there face. Some people are harder to read than others.

Powers/Strengths.
- Gentle, calm under pressure
- Very intelligent- her family were all high achievers and an B+ is almost unheard of.
- Good stamina- though seemingly weak, Kieko is actually quite strong at endurance and core strength

Weaknesses.
- Deep hate of demonic and shadow related things (this may change ;) )
- An intense fear of water, almost drowned when she was little, Kieko is deathly afraid of water.
- Her limbs are not very strong (very weak in arms and legs)

Where they were before they woke up in the Asylum:
Kieko was currently studying in University in America in her apartment. She was hoping to get into Medecine and graduate with a degree.

So begins...

Kieko Harlong's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Nurses of the Asylum Character Portrait: Doctor Solaris Dae

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Television Room.
1035.

Sam wasn’t feeling any happier about the (admittedly dire) situation in the lounge, but there was no disguising the heavy surge of relief that coursed through him when Aveline decided to sit down. It was foolish, and very possibly unforgivably naïve, but he felt a great deal safer when that particular patient was below head level; not safe enough to move away from his carefully chosen position between them all and the door, but still better than he had some ten minutes previously.

Unfortunately for Sam, he was neither overly tall nor overly strong, and there was just no way that he’d be able to successfully contain more than one of the people in the room should all hell break loose. Sam cast a careful look at Jack- if that particular young man decided he wanted to get out of the room, he could very easily go through all of them to get it, which was not the most comforting of thoughts. However, there was no point in worrying when things had become a little more civil, so-

“Clothes? Uh, yeah, I think I can sort that out for all of you. It would probably be a good idea, actually; it can’t be very nice to be in grubby pyjamas. Normally, we’d be a bit better organised around here, but this morning things have gotten a bit away from us, and I’m really very sorry for that. I’ll sort it all out now.”

Carefully, because it would be more than stupid to turn his back fully on any of these people, Sam moved forward, cracking the door open and calling softly for assistance.

Meanwhile Jack, who was not too proud to admit that he’d been zoning in and out of awareness while this all was going on, blinked himself back into focus, looking wearily around the room. “I think I’d like some different clothes too, if that’s at all possible,” he said quietly, plucking at what was left of his outfit with long, pale fingers. “I’m not all that warm.”

It was hardly surprising, given that he was shirtless, a fact that Jack found less discomforting that he would have imagined before. Maybe it was the shock, though it was more likely his rigid hold on his stage persona that was preventing him from flailing and blushing ridiculously at being trapped in a room with three women, stripped bare save for a pair of baggy grey trousers.

“It looks like Sam’s getting us something to wear. I hope he is. This- I need to get out of these clothes. We all need to- put something different on.” Keiko sounded a little less hysterical now, but there was still an undercurrent of fear in her hoarse voice. “And- then I guess we can- there. Um. We’ll see what happens then, I guess.”

Trephan, of course, was totally aware of what was going on, right down to Lauren’s appearance outside with fresh clothing for all of them as per Sam’s hasty request. It was lucky such things were kept on hand; Sam’s anxious mental chatter was beginning to reach headache inducing levels. As a result, Keiko smiled tremulously when the male nurse reappeared with several stacks of laundry in his arms.

“Uh, boys, I’m afraid you’re going to need to step outside with me for a minute. This is Lauren; she’s going to stay in here with the girls while they get changed.”

There was no missing the sudden confidence in Sam’s voice now that he was standing beside someone who he classed to be ‘on his side’; Keiko’s smile became more genuine.

Intensive Treatment.
1010.


“You read Shakespeare? How positively delicious, and one of my favourites too. I really am ever so glad; it’ll give us so very much to talk about while we get all of this nastiness out of the way. I must say, it does make things ever so much easier, when there’s a little bit of conversation to keep things going.”

Doctor Dae’s voice was thick with a rich, cloying amusement as she carefully removed her uniform piece by piece, neatly folding each item of clothing and setting it on the trolley beside her before moving onto the next. She continued to talk, apparently uninstructed, as she did so, seemingly as confident in her skin as she was in her clothing; there was no shame in her posture, only amusement.

“I have a very real appreciation for Romeo and Juliet. ‘That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love’! Ah, the very best of ironies, and such a bitter one too, don’t you think? The fool public reads such a thing as tragedy, the forever what-if that enslaves the masses and turns their minds to bittersweet and melancholy; they class it as beauty, as one of the very best of plays, and yet they grieve for such things in reality.”

She shrugged a bare shoulder, naked save for her underwear and quite perfect, but almost unnaturally so; she had a fine body and flawless, honey-gold skin, but there was something underlying and almost surreal about her, if one chose to look beyond what they first saw. “That’s an irony in itself; what repels the public in reality excites them in the written word. How many people in this world express disgust at an atrocity that happens in the ‘real’, but then gorge themselves on the very same things when labelled fiction?

“That’s the irony of the human condition, Mr Mason; humanity is all too eager to hide its baser desires behind the veil of fiction, convincing even themselves that they feel disgust towards the things that actually drive and entice them.”

A small, hot hand reached out to brush the side of his face in the gentlest of touches. “But not you. No, you’re quite different, aren’t you, Mr Mason? You are a man that embraces his desires beyond the reaches of societal propriety and constraint; a man who sees himself as free, I don’t doubt, but I wonder… do you truly understand.”

With another strange smile, she leaned in to whisper to the shell of his ear. “‘O happy dagger,’” her voice was soft. “‘This is thy sheath.’

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Nurses of the Asylum Character Portrait: Doctor Solaris Dae

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1040-1050.
Outside of Television Room to Leisure Room 2: Music Therapy.


Sam was, of course, unaware of the smell, being quite human and not at all as perceptive as Matt, however, he did see the danger in waiting in the corridor when such overt chaos had been unfurling, and as such, he walked the short distance to Leisure Room 2: Music Therapy, and showed the boys inside.

“I think it would be better if we didn’t hang around in the hall, and this’ll give us a chance to get you boys changed as well. I’m afraid I don’t have the clothes you were admitted in to hand, but I have some that are clean and warm. I hope they’ll do.” That said, Sam set down the small armful of clothing that he had accepted from Lauren on a piano stool. “There should be something in both of your sizes; pick something you like, okay?”

Unfortunately, Sam had forgotten to close the door, and as such couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t seen Aveline come out, and as such was obliged to move into her line of sight. In all honesty, the girl scared him just a little, more so even than the obviously violent individuals that were present, if only because there was no reasoning with her.

“It’s good that you take your medication, Aveline,” he said quietly, his smile only slightly fixed as he remained between the girl and the two boys. “And it’s good that it helps.”

Meanwhile Jack, who was half way through pulling on a baggy red jumper (ugly, impossibly ugly), paused at the sound of Aveline’s voice, just about managing to swallow down his anxiety at her sudden presence. He didn’t like her, not at all, and for a moment his stage persona thinned in reaction to his surprise; he was not subtle in the way that he took a reflexive step closer to Matt. Safety in numbers.

“They must have our clothes… that horrid girl has my hat.” His voice was little more than a whisper, but he was confident that Matt would hear him.

Television Room
1040-1050.


Lauren smiled at Sarah; it was nice to speak to somebody receptive, even if the girl was asking questions that couldn’t really be answered at the moment. Looking around, it was obvious that these girls had been through a tough time; there was blood on their clothes, Keiko appeared to have been crying for quite some time, and even Aveline seemed a little more unusual than normal. Clearly, the powers that be had not been exaggerating when they had filled Lauren in on the situation and requested her involvement.

“You can certainly watch a film, Sarah; I’d be glad to put something on for you, and we’re in the right place for it. Keiko, would you like to watch something too?”

The girl, who had by this point dressed herself in a featureless black hooded jumper and jeans looked up as Lauren spoke, and the nurse had the sudden, acute sensation of déjà vu. It was over in a second, not lingering for long enough to even spark a related memory, and Lauren shook it away with another kind smile; there would be time to work that sort of thing out when she wasn’t working with a group of anxious young people.

Swollen dark eyes peered out from a mess of dark hair as Keiko studied Lauren with apparent suspicion, but after a moment she nodded her head. “Something nice. I want to watch something nice. No- no blood. No gore.”

“Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.” Lauren crossed the room, inserting a key into a locked cupboard and revealing a wide selection of DVDs for the girls to look at. “Why don’t you two choose something, while I go and find out where Aveline has gone off to?”

Outside The Infirmary.
1015.


It was an adventure. Devan and Tori’s Demented Adventure; oh, it was ever so exciting! Tori had been leading Devan through a veritable maze of interesting places, chattering animatedly about everything and nothing as he did so, heading purposefully towards Intensive Treatment all the while.

“We need to be super, super quiet,” he whispered as he passed the big double doors, ducked low and creeping like a parody cartoon villain. “In there is where the Evil Doctor Icarus does her evil doctor work; if we disturb her, she’ll come out and eat our souls.”

Cackling under his breath, Tori looked back at Devan, flashing his teeth in a grin; it looked like they had left Elise-Who-Couldn’t-Make-Her-Mind-Up behind at some stage, but that was okay; she had been annoying him. “If we’re super quiet, we can sneak into the Infirmary without The Evil Icarus hearing us, and in there…” Tori’s face practically split in half with the force of his smile.

“In there is where they keep all the interesting things.”

Intensive Treatment.
1015.


“It is something of a tragedy, at least in the eyes of an idealist. You see, their love was ‘beautiful’ and ‘pure’, and their death was ‘needless’. Those things, above all else, trigger a reaction in the human condition; it fascinates me. In the real world, in any world for that matter, their love would have grown and changed, open to the possibility of stagnation, corruption and death. Their mutual suicide created a paradox; love and the absence of love woven together in a single frozen moment, as beautiful as it is terrible.”

She knew the spell that he was under; she could see it in the way he wrote the world around him, every breath and every nuance changing the script just slightly in her favour. It was beautiful, to watch this moment unfold to her abstract design. He would never be the same again.

“I think that I will show you something, Mr Mason… something quite divine.” Her voice hushed to a whisper, Doctor Dae stood and crossed the room in two fluid strides, opening one of the gleaming cupboards that lined the walls.

“I am going to show you another paradox…”

When she turned, there was a sealed container clasped tightly in her arms, which Doctor Dae placed upon one of the trolleys with infinite care. From within, she extracted first a spun glass tree that gleamed in the harsh artificial light.

“…something fascinating and profound…”

A single, tanned finger traced the very edge of the one imperfection that marred the beautiful ornament. She allowed Xavier to see, highlighting that the little dark branch was in fact a chrysalis, hanging from the intricate glass weave. As if awoken by her touch, the carapace began to crack, the creature within fighting to break free.

“… and all I need to know is this…”

She looked up then, from under long lashes, and swept from the container a gleaming crystal bell jar, which she placed delicately over the glass tree, where a butterfly was slowly inflating jewel-bright wings.

Icarus smiled: “What do you see?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Nurses of the Asylum Character Portrait: Doctor Solaris Dae

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Leisure Room 2: Music Therapy.
1100.


Not only was she mad, but rude as well? Jack came very close to scowling as he finished dressing himself, his eyes fixed unerringly on Aveline as she (quite childishly in his opinion) tried to bring Matt down with hurtful words. There were few people in the world that Jack actively disliked, but people like Aveline were certainly among that number. Words, Jack knew, had great power, and even ones so clumsily used could cause a great deal of pain. Maliciousness, especially vindictive, childish maliciousness, was not something that he had much patience for.

“Aveline.” His voice was soft and somewhat distant; he was too strung out and wrapped up in his own thoughts to realise just how strange he had been feeling since waking, but the feelings of unreality were only mounting. “I don’t care about the hat,” His voice was tired, as was his posture; Jack looked every bit as though he was reaching the end of his tether.

“It’s mine, but you know what? You can have it. Matt’s a human being, and he’s my friend and what you’re doing right now isn’t just wrong, it’s cruel. He’s trying to do something nice for me, because he knows it’s mine and he knows I want it, but you know what? I care about him more than I do some stupid hat, and I certainly care more about him than I do you.”

Jack took a deep, shuddering breath before he continued. “Right now, Aveline, I’m having a very, very bad day: I’ve woken up, again, in a strange place with very little idea of what’s happening to me, or what’s going to happen to me, only to be told that my- to be told that-” Ruthlessly, Jack swallowed the constricting feeling in his chest; he needed to say this, even if she wouldn’t understand. “To be told that my brother- my everything- is gone. And you know what? That’s worse than seeing what I saw earlier, it’s worse than being here, and it’s a hell of a lot worse than you.”

Jack’s eyes hardened, the first flickering of disgust visible in his expression even as tears began to leak down his face. “All you are is a pathetic, worthless little child who has no idea about the world around her, let alone the people in it, and I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for you, because there is nothing in your life that can possibly matter as much as my brother mattered to me, and he’s DEAD!”

A single sob, rapidly strangled, worked its way past Jack’s anger and control. “And do you know what? You disgust me. You repulse me, because there’s enough pain in the world without you willingly adding more to it.

“Go away, Aveline; nobody wants you, and I can’t see you mattering to anybody worth a damn either, so why don’t you just get lost? Or talk to yourself, if you want to hurt somebody so bloody badly.”

Sam, who was still standing beside the door, was, for a moment, utterly speechless.

Television Room.
1100.


Lauren wasn’t stupid; she knew when somebody was checking out where she put her keys. However, she gave no indication that she was aware and simply smiled blandly at Sarah’s choice of film. “You go ahead and put that one on then, Sarah, and Keiko, sit down honey and watch the film, okay? I’m going to pop to the kitchen and get you some popcorn and drinks, if that’s all right?”

“It’s fine. We’ll watch the movie.” Keiko’s voice was quiet, and her eyes remained averted as she sat, hugging her knees. “I’d like some popcorn. Thanks.”

Inside, nestled quite comfortably now, Trephan observed with cruel delight as things unfolded deliciously around him. His awareness was limited, somewhat smothered still by Keiko’s humanity, but slowly he was growing into his old self in her form; soon, it would be as much of a home to him as he previous body had been. Out in the hall, not so far away, but further than he could have been aware of a few minutes previously, his murderer was engaging the most docile member of the inmates in an argument.

It was an effort, but Keiko didn’t smile; it was ever so delicious.

Outside the Infirmary.
1025.


Despite being quite aware that there was nobody home, Tori crept into the Infirmary like a thief, his feet (clad only in socks) making little to no sound as he slipped through the double doors and into the room beyond.

“This is where they keep the bodies,” he murmured to Devan, who he was quite certain was close behind. The boy was like his shadow, Tori thought with a lopsided grin; it was nice to have a shadow, especially a quiet one. His normal shadow talked so much! He never got a moment’s peace!

“They kill people here, sometimes, or make them vanish. I’m a secret agent, Agent Tori Sith, so I know. I know everything that goes on here, even what Icarus is thinking. She thinks I don’t, but I do.” Simple fact: there was nothing but certainty in Tori’s voice.

“We should find the bodies,” he went on, seemingly oblivious to the rambling nature of his vocalisation. “That is, if you want to see them?” For the first time, he actually looked around to check, though his expression suggested that anyone not wanting to see the bodies was almost beyond his comprehension.

Intensive Treatment.
1020.


“What you see is subjective; there are many truths and many untruths, all that can be gathered from the Butterfly in the Bell Jar. It is not a matter of knowing, and certainly not a matter of being certain; it simply is. What I have placed here simply is, and your own interpretation of what your eyes see is something of the salient point. I will neither confirm nor deny anything that you infer, because that would rather change the meaning, don’t you think?”

With the greatest of care, Doctor Dae shifted the light above them, drawing it down so that it struck the glass just so and sent a ripple of filigree rainbows skating across the table, in the midst of which the shadow of the butterfly beat its wings. “Fantasy and reality are abstract concepts, Mr Mason; I think you’re beginning to understand that now. I find it fascinating, that peculiar little join; the turning moment between realities that hinges on belief.”

From the corner of the room, she retrieved a chair, which she positioned carefully, so that when she sat down backwards, with her arms pillowed on the backrest, she was both close to Xavier but at the same time not impeding his view of the butterfly and bell jar. “Jack Gilbert; a moment of free verse on what everyone forgets,” she said, something of a non sequitur, and smiled.

The doctor’s hard grey eyes were laughing as she watched him, so close now. “Wordsworth: She was a phantom of delight. Or, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

A single hot, dry hand reached out to tip Xavier’s chin just a little higher, encouraging him to meet those chilly eyes fully. There was something there; perhaps a smile, perhaps some great revelation, but whatever those eyes were trying to say was shrouded by a picture perfect smile. “And Ruth said: ‘Entreat me not to leave thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God…’” Her voice had fallen to little more than a rapturous whisper, and her eyes danced.

“Tell me, Xavier, what all of this means to you.”

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Nurses of the Asylum

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Outside of Leisure Room 2.
1105-1110.


Keiko, who had followed Sarah quietly from the Television Room like a warped shadow, watched the interaction between what was clearly becoming rival fractions with interest. Sarah, she was learning, was both loyal and brave; the girl faced adversity with more control than many her age, and that in itself was both fascinating and potentially challenging. With Trephan’s knowledge tucked away in the depths of her rapidly evolving mind, Keiko understood both the Plan and the Rules; Sarah being strong meant a great deal of interesting things were soon to happen.

Out of all of the people present, Keiko registered Sarah as being the most interesting by far. Sam, bless his stupid heart, was useless; he was there for decoration and little else; easily controlled, easily removed, easily broken. Matt was potentially similar, though his ability and his growing loyalty to Jack opened the potential for future development. Jack was already proving his worth; the experiment that the young man had been involved in was beginning to bear fruit. And, of course, Aveline- the wild card and Trephan’s murderer. Not for the first time, Keiko had to work to smother a smile.

“It’s bloody obvious that you don’t care about my brother!” Jack was rapidly becoming hysterical (in the depths of The Asylum, notes were almost certain being taken), his voice rising towards a full-blown shout. “And I can’t say I care about yours! Do you know why?! Because your brother is a murder! He’s a freak! I saw what he did to that- that- I don’t even know if it was a man or a woman! I saw it!”

Blood and insides coming outside, all the wrong places of the world on show; if Jack had been rational enough to truly think about what he was saying, he would have thrown himself into a panic. As it was, however, he was far too upset to take in any more than a superficial amount of what he was screaming at Aveline. “I can’t imagine that you- you have no idea what it’s even like to care about someone you twisted monster! If I deserve to be here- obviously I- I hate you!”

Never one to be able to construct a valid argument when utterly beside himself, Jack was forced to break off for a moment, angry tears starting at the corners of his eyes, chest heaving. “Of course I deserve to be here,” he whispered after a moment, his voice broken. “You have no idea- when your mind goes, you’re nothing.” He laughed, and it wasn’t a nice sound. “My mind’s already gone.”

Rant apparently over, Jack finally became aware of the others in the room; Sarah, trying to talk him down, Sam, wary and half-afraid, and Matt… Jack had a vague memory of the boy reaching out to Sam, and could have sworn that Sam had responded; reassured, ushered him over to get changed- but it was all falling to pieces. The longer he tried to focus on his thoughts the harder it was to keep them in his head.

“Sorry.” Jack’s dark eyes dropped to the floor, staring sightlessly at his feet. “I’m done now.” He said to Sam- or possibly Sarah (certainly not Aveline), before turning around and sitting quietly on the floor.

Infirmary.
1030.


“Ooh, you’re really impatient. Super, super impatient. That’s bad. You shouldn’t do that. We’ll get there; I’m a secret agent, I can tell, but you have to be patient. Not super patient though; there’s a super patient here though- we’ll find him. Soon.”

Tori didn’t seem in the least concerned about Devan’s rough handling and didn’t so much as struggle as he was grabbed. His grin, however, expanded to near-inhuman proportions. “Icarus lives in here, you’ll see. It won’t be long now. We’ll need knives, but I’m not sure if knives will kill Icarus at all… it depends on what she sends at us.”

There was a giggle lodged somewhere in Tori’s throat as he pulled away, twisting with the same unlikely strength that he had shown before. “Come on.”

Quietly, he crept deeper into the room, which appeared to be completely deserted of staff. There was no sound; even the monitors that flashed and glowed in alcoves were silenced. There was only one patient, hooked up to state of the art life support; Trephan’s body was eerily still as Tori approached.

“This was Doctor Bedlam,” he whispered, leaning right down to peer at the bruised face of the patient. “Xavier Mason’s sister tried to strangle him to death. I think she succeeded.” A single dark hand hovered over the tube that protruded from the body’s mouth, fingers tapping a rhythm on the plastic that matched the soft hiss of the ventilator. “These things- they hold in firm. There’s a little balloon in there, did you know that? A little balloon that stops it falling right on back out again… you can still pull them out though, with one really good yank.”

Tori looked up at Devan, the faintest sparkle of livid pink eyes visible through his fringe. “Should we do it, do you think?”

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Character Portrait: Sarah Erebus Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong

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Leisure Room 2
1120-1125

Sarah wrapped her fingers through Jack's again and held on tight. "Yeah. We're friends. We'll get through this just fine."

-“We’re- we’re supposed to be here, but that’s okay, isn’t it? We can get better.”-

Are we supposed to be here? Too many things don't add up for things to be right around here. Too many unanswered questions, too many things not quite right. Why can't anybody remember why they're here? Why are there violent patients in the general population? Something isn't right!!

Sarah continued to just sit with Jack, not revealing her thoughts one way or the other. Too speak up was to invite the idea that she was paranoid, that she felt that the would was out to get her. And while that might very well be the case at the moment, she wasn't about to make it easier on the son's of bitches that stuck her here. For now, play it cool. Go with the flow, act as if she bought the story. The more they thought that she believed, the better her chances of escaping.

The only problem was, who else in here was sane? Jack wasn't exactly acting like somebody well balanced, but they might have found his weak point somehow. Apply the correct pressure at the right moment and you could crack anybody, really. The only question was going to be whether or not the guy could put himself back together afterwards. Idly, Sarah stared at a nearby shadow, watching it ripple under her attention. She wasn't a physically strong person, never had been, never would be. Which meant she needed to think her way out of this. Needed allies, needed resources. And most of all, she needed to be underestimated.

"Come on," she said, gently tugging on Jack's arm. "There's far more comfortable seating than the floor. Let's try a chair at least." With a minimum of prodding, she got Jack up off the floor and seated on a nearby bench. At the same time, she sent a grateful smile to Kieko for her help in calming Jack. The nurses didn't seem to be doing anything useful.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Nurses of the Asylum Character Portrait: Doctor Solaris Dae

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Leisure Room 1.
1025.


Sam didn’t think that Aveline had a schizophrenic profile, but he might have been wrong; it was difficult to remember the finer points of a diagnosis when the owner of said condition was attempting to kill him. Granted, she was going about it with little skill, as was often the case with suffers of psychotic illness, but the fight or flight response remained all the same. Sam didn’t let her go.

“Matt,” he said quietly, his voice carefully modulated to give none of his simmering adrenal reaction at bay. It wasn’t just dogs that could sense strong emotions, after all; people were very good at it too, and Matt just happened to be both. He had no intention of triggering the lad if he could help it, especially when the boy was already clearly wound up. “Thank you for coming to protect me, but it really is okay; I can handle this.”

And, thankfully, it was the truth. Sam didn’t like being forced to restrain the people in his care, especially when it was in this sort of situation, but he didn’t actually fear losing control over Aveline and letting anyone come to harm. Sam look a slow breath in through his nose, sighing out through his mouth.

“Aveline,” he finally replied to the girl’s statements, “It’s not okay to hurt people, even when someone tells you to. Everyone has just as much right to live, and none of us should be able to take that away. Life is very important, and it’s not something to be taken lightly.”

His smile would have been frail, his tone bitter, but Sam had better control than that. This was just a test, and he was determined to pass to the best of his ability. “Now, we’re all going to calm down for a minute. Matt, if you could take a step back for me, that would be great. Aveline, I want you to stay nice and still and try to calm down. Nobody is going to get hurt, and nobody’s in trouble, but we all need to be calm so that we can sort this out properly.”

Leisure Room 2.
1025.


Jack followed Sarah’s prodding like a lost sheep, making a somewhat comical image given just how literally he towered over her. However, for the moment the humour was lost on him; he needed someone’s reason to cling to in the face of the loss of his own, and Sarah happened to be making the most sense, so naturally the task fell to her.

Once he was settled on a bench between Sarah and Keiko he felt a little steadier, though his eyes lingered on the nurse (did he know her name? How long had she been there?) for a long moment before he finally calmed down enough to order his thoughts again.

“I-” he began, then paused, eyes flicking back and forth in confusion for a second before his gaze became fixed and blank. All of a sudden, nobody was home.

Keiko, who had been listening to more than Jack’s words as he progressed through misery and confusion, stilled for a moment less than a second after Jack did, apparently in response to his broken sentence. “Jack? Are you okay?” He obviously wasn’t; just looking at his face was enough to tell that, and secretly, she was squealing in excitement. The doctor in her (literally) was infinitely pleased to say that he had proven a point, and really, there was nothing quite so delicious than a front row seat for this sort of thing.

It was a shame that Lauren was in on the show too, but there really wasn’t anything he could do about that at the moment, and frankly, it might be useful to have a proper nurse on standby if his predictions (made a long time ago now, and set into motion before Jack even woke up) came true.

Infirmary.
1043.


Icarus had scampered back into her lair to plan unspeakable plans, but not before he had caught the barest glimpse of her lurking in the doorway. Tori smiled a strange smile, wondering just what she’d been up to in there that merited taking most of her clothes off. His question was answered a second later by the arrival of Xavier, which was amusing, if a little bit gross.

He stored the experiences away for later, his attention fixed on Devan. He didn’t have to be a secret agent to see where this plan was going, but for a moment he wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch in person or not. In the end (it took only seconds, because Tori had never been very good when it came to delaying gratification) he decided that these things weren’t quite as interesting when watched from a distance. He’d stay.

“I know you’re sorry, but that still wasn’t very kind,” He pouted, displeased, before hopping down off of the bed and reaching into a nondescript draw. “But.” Head turned slightly to the side, pink eyes flashing in Devan’s direction, he smiled. “But, I like you, so I’m going to be nice. Icarus has been a little bit mean, you see. You were mean too, but not that mean. Not many people are actually that mean…”

There were two wrapped scalpels in Tori’s hand when he finally removed it from the draw, and his face was thoughtful, unreadable. “I’m not sure how mean I am. I’m a secret agent, see, and sometimes I confuse myself. What bit’s me, what bit’s my super cool James Bond persona. I spend so much time pretending…” Dark fingers ripped the packages easily, peeling the flaps back. “So much pretending. It’s difficult to tell what bit’s actually me anymore.”

White teeth flashed wickedly, the gleam unsettlingly like the shine of the twin scalpels that were clasped delicately between his fingers. “This bit though… this bit is really very me.”

Tori’s face was worryingly blank as he sent the first scalpel spinning across the floor towards Devan. “I promised you a kife. There it is,” he murmured. “And because you annoyed me, because you were mean-” The second scalpel sailed towards Xavier.

“I hope you live, Devan. I actually quite like you.”

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Leisure Room 1.
1030-1035.


“Everyone deserves to live, Aveline, because life is a very precious thing,” Sam said, his voice calm and tolerant despite her attempts at vitriol. He still held her firmly, but very slowly, and very carefully, he began to slacken his grip to test the waters.

“I don’t think anyone deserves to die; not the children with drugs in their pockets, not the dealers, not your brother, and not you. Every single life is important, no matter who the person is that’s living that life. Now, please, calm down so I can let you go.”

Poor Matt was still standing off to one side, human and dressed again, but looking unsettled by this whole escapade. “Matt, you’ve done nothing wrong, but could you go out into the corridor for a moment. Just by the door is fine. There, Aveline, see? Matt’s not staring at you. He’s just worried, in case you’re not all right. He doesn’t like it when you’re feeling upset.”

With great care, Sam began to let her go, testing his grip every now and again to make sure she wasn’t about to react badly. “I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to stay nice and calm for me, Aveline. That way, nobody will get into trouble. You can go to the lunch room, if you’re calm, and eat some ice cream, or whatever else you want, and we’ll forget that any of this nastiness happened.”

When Sam stepped back, it was apparently casually, but every fibre of his being was trained on the girl, just in case.

“Sam! I need some help in here!” It was Lauren’s voice; all business. Sam made a split-second decision, weighing up the situation faster than he could even really think.

“Both of you, follow me.” Without another word, Sam sprung towards the door.

Leisure Room 2.
1030-1035.


“Step back, step back,” Lauren sounded quite calm, but there was a professional undertone to her voice that had been absent previously as she approached Jack. Where before she had worn a different persona, now there was something about her focus that said ‘nurse’. The friendly Lauren had apparently been replaced by the Lauren who was good at her job.

Keiko obeyed at once, her eyes wide and fearful. “I don’t like this. I really don’t like this. What’s the matter with him? Why aren’t you answering Sarah’s question? Why isn’t Jack answering her?” She backed right up against the wall, hands pressed to the beige surface, eyes flicking from one person to the other in search of answers.

Jack made a soft, inarticulate sound that didn’t seem to be in response to the confusion he was causing; in fact, he didn’t appear to be aware of what was going on at all. Blinking repeatedly, he tried to move himself, but only got as far as a badly-coordinated sway that looked only partially under his own power.

Keiko gasped and Lauren moved around Sarah when Jack’s eyes rolled and his neck arched, the nurse’s calm, capable hands guiding the lad (who was almost a foot taller than she was) down to the ground as he flopped strangely, looking for all the world as if he were fighting with his own body.

“Jack.” Her voice was firm, but not in the last unkind. “It’s okay, just relax. You need to stay lying down.”

If was doubtful that Jack could hear her. His face was slack, but twitching faintly, and the whites of his eyes repeatedly flashed into view under shivering eyelids. He continued to attempt to move, semi-purposeful, but managed only to rock and sway in a manner similar to being drunk or sedated. Whatever was happening, Lauren seemed to have some idea, and she kept a careful hand under Jack’s head to prevent him from knocking it on the floor even as she turned to the girls in the room.

“Keiko, I want you to look at the clock, sweetie, and keep an eye on what the time is, okay? When I tell you, I need you to remember the time for me, and then tell me when it’s been five minutes. Sarah, can you move that stool out of the way for me? Right back by the wall and move
anything else that’s cluttering the floor around here. It’s okay. It’s nothing to worry about.”

It was doubtful that she was being entirely honest with them; Lauren wasn’t smiling as she rolled the still-flopping Jack onto his side, holding him there. Her eyes were following his every movement as she removed one hand from his shoulder to shrug out of her cardigan, which she rolled one-handed and placed under Jack’s head.

“Okay.” Keiko’s whisper was slightly belated (this was fascinating; the connection, the strangeness of perception; wonderful), but she had turned to the clock as asked, tracking the second hand as it worked around the face. Her distraction seemed to be the only reason she didn’t shriek in alarm when Jack’s purposeless movements progressed into what could more easily be identified as a seizure.

“Sam! I need some help in here!” It was clearly something Lauren had seen before, though there were traces of surprised alarm in her expression that suggested this had not previously happened to Jack personally. Nevertheless, she was clearly well trained enough to know what to do, and familiar enough with the process not to be disturbed by Jack’s curled twitching. “Keiko honey, I need you to start timing now. Both of you keep out of the way, there’s no need to worry, Jack’s going to be fine.”

Sam hadn’t been very far away, and as such arrived very quickly, his gaze assessing as it flashed around the room before settling on the action. “How long?” was the first thing out of his mouth, even as he headed towards the call-point on the wall.

“Keiko, what time is it?” Lauren asked, not looking up from Jack, whose skin was beginning to take on a blue caste.

“…ten thirty-seven and twelve seconds…”

Lauren nodded. “Grand-mal is coming up to three minutes, but he had what was possibly a focal beforehand.” Under her hands, Jack was beginning to still and took a harsh, ragged gasp.

Sam nodded, already hunched over the grill and speaking to whoever was on the other side. He kept his voice pitched low, but his tone was succinct and urgent. When he straightened and moved to Jack’s other side, his face was somewhat set. “They’re sending a team out. It’s okay, Jack, nothing to worry about, you’re safe.” The hand he wasn’t using to steady Jack rubbed long, firm lines down his back. “Nice and calm buddy.”

Jack didn’t look calm, but he didn’t look aware either. He took several more laboured breaths even as he stilled, his eyes closing for an extended moment before cracking open, blank and confused. Almost at once, he tried to move, but was prevented from getting anywhere at all by the nurses kneeling beside him.

“It’s okay Jack, it’s okay,” Lauren pitched her voice low, rubbing one of his hands in a pattern that matched Sam’s firm strokes. Jack made an incoherent sound and clenched his fists, but still appeared far from aware. “You’re okay. You’re fine.”

He didn’t look particularly fine, with his eyes out of focus, still slightly grey-faced and slumped weakly on his side, but it was a definite improvement on before. He didn’t seem conscious, despite his eyes being open, but he stopped struggling under Sam and Lauren’s joint ministrations.

His condition hadn’t changed by the time eight members of staff arrived with a stretcher, two carrying large red packs on their backs. There was a rapid exchange of information, before three of them (including the two with the packs) joined Sam and Lauren beside Jack, leaving the other five to assess the condition of Keiko, Sarah, Aveline and Matt.

While one nurse went to each, intending to calm and guide out towards the corridor and away from Jack, the final nurse stepped up to the wall-call unit, swiped his ID, and set for transmit.

“This is a universal announcement. All staff: all patients are to return to their rooms immediately. I repeat, all staff: all patients are to return to their rooms immediately. All patients are to return to their rooms immediately.”

Infirmary.
1046.


“This is a universal announcement. All staff: all patients are to return to their rooms immediately. I repeat, all staff: all patients are to return to their rooms immediately. All patients are to return to their rooms immediately.”

“Oh dear. That doesn’t sound very good. I do hope that nobody else has died. There are rules about those kinds of things here. They wouldn’t be sending us all back to our rooms if it was just a nurse.” Tori was still standing on the bed, and spoke as if the two other men in the room weren’t fighting (apparently to the death) on the floor beneath him.

“It’s unfortunate. Bad. So many have gone already, and so soon! I know all about it, and it’s terrible. Two little girls lost-lost-lost already. Only two little girls left. Only two little girls made the cut, maybe.” He giggled, shifting to better watch the fight. “I’m not sure if I want to go to my room. I might. I might, but then again I might not. This is fun, and I want to see who wins, but- there’re places to go, if everyone is being sent to their rooms.”

He really did seem undecided, standing with twisting hands and a thoughtful expression on his dark face. “I’ll decide in a minute. In a minute, one of you might have made my decision for me.”

Control Room.
1115.


“I am mother rotten, the tormentor. Light fin, in flight.” The Instigator murmured to himself, watching inky swirls run down his arms with each dripping application of the sponge. He stood naked and unashamed in his room ringed with cameras and screens, ever aware; the spider in the centre of some great web.

“Vane Khet, and also the clown. And sometimes, I wear the face of the clown’ I smile for you when you are feeling down.” Dark, damp fingers found Jack’s sleeping face and traced it. Unconscious. Surrounded by the real nurses, doctors and their gear, waiting to be transferred to the infirmary; poor boy wasn’t really as interesting as he could be, at least not yet, but soon. Oh, soon he would be fabulous.

“And yet, there are no gaudy tears upon my face.” It was Sarah’s turn now. “Daubed to show the feelings of your race.” She had been so controlled, so careful, so very determined to hang on to her sanity.

“You see me smile,” She was deluding herself, by resisting his delusion.

“And all the while,” Not long now though.

“I’m crying just to make your day less vile.” Soon, she would face her first real test.

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Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Nurses of the Asylum

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1045-1055.

Aveline:

“No worries, Aveline!” the bubbly nurse assigned to the girl exclaimed, all friendly faces and bright pink hair. “We can pick up some of that ice cream on the way to your room, and maybe some crisps and things. That way, you can have a little feast before lunch. But sssh! Don’t tell the others, or they’ll be jealous; you’re the only one that can have ice cream before dinner. So it’ll be our little secret; me, you and Sam.

“My name’s Jenny, by the way, and you can tell me anything or nothing, whatever you like. Right now, our mission is ice cream, and listening to some awesome music in your room. Come on, if we hurry, we can sneak what we need away from the cooks before they notice they’ve been robbed.”

Matt:

“Heya Matt,” The nurse that had been assigned to the anxious young man was small and had an easygoing smile, and he met Matt’s eyes without hesitation. “This has gotta be pretty rough on you, and I’d like to make that a bit easier, if I can. Jack’ll be okay, but we need to clear out to let these people do their jobs, so come with me, okay? We can check in on Jack in a bit, if you’d like.”

He seemed sincere, and he was gentle as he began herding Matt back towards his room. “I’m going to pop back to your room with you, oaky? We’ll get you settled down, and then I’ll bring you some lunch and maybe a game or two to play, so you don’t get bored. Maybe a movie? Whatever you like.”

Despite his kindness, he was determined and persistent, carefully guiding Matt back to his room and getting him settled in.

Sarah:

The nurse that came to Sarah was quiet and professional, and took the girl by the arm with little fuss. “It’s okay,” she said, not without compassion, as she started to steer the girl back towards her bedroom. “If you like, we can fill you in on how Jack’s doing as soon as we know, and when he’s well enough, you can visit in him in the Infirmary. I’m sure he’d like that. I’ve heard about how you two are friends.”

She wasn’t rough in her steering, but there was something insistent in her motions as she led Sarah back to her room. “There’s nothing to worry about, I promise. We’ll get this all sorted out, and get you some food and things to do, so no worries.”

Keiko:

She ignored her nurse for the most part, choosing instead to nip over to Sarah, laying a hand on her arm for a second. “It’ll be fine, Sarah. It’ll all be fine,” she whispered. “When this is all sorted out, we’ll meet up again and talk.”

She ducked back almost at once, returning to the quiet and capable hands of her nurse, who steered her after the others. She didn’t speak; it was far more interesting to listen to what was going on around her, better to soak up the knowledge of what was about to happen. She thought she might be able to guess what game was about to happen, and her lips curved up in excitement.

“Can I watch something on the television, when I’m in my room?” she asked, eyes bright with amusement. “A film about secret agents. I’d very much like to see that. Or maybe Star Wars. I think it’s a shame, that they don’t have a film that has both.”

“Both?” For a fraction of a second, the nurse looked confused, before sudden realisation sparked across her face. “Oh, I can arrange that for you.”

Keiko smirked. “I thought so.”

Infirmary.
1048.


Tori squawked in delight as first blood was drawn, clapping his hands together ecstatically. “First point to Devan! First point to Devan! I knew I liked you for a reason! Yay!” He was practically jumping up and down on the bed, crowing merrily where others would be cowering or pleading for the combatants to stop.

There were, of course, plenty of things for them to use to fight with; instrument trolleys, drip stands, machinery and gear were all spread about the room, tucked into nooks or standing ready for use. Tori, however, seemed to have something specific in mind, because he snatched up a length of oxygen tubing with a flourish and chucked it into the fray.

“Oooh, come on, come on! Do something fantastic! But do try not to kill each other, because Icarus wouldn’t like that at all. Oh no she wouldn’t like that one bit, and I don’t think you’d like it if she had to bring you back to life. She’s never very nice about it.”

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Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem

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1305.

Room 1.

Tori looked up when Xavier found him, purple eyes scrunching in pleasure. He had been found at last! They had missed him in the morning, too busy being busy, but now he had been found and oh, how exciting! He grinned (wide and too full of teeth) before bouncing to his feet and scooting towards the door.

“Hello! You must be Xavier! Ooh, I know all about you; you’re the one that eats orderlies in the bathrooms and sees Devils in the mirror! How utterly fantastic and brilliantly wonderful! I’m Agent Tori Sith, Tori with an eye and not an eye-ee or a why, though there are lots and lots of whys everywhere else. You mustn’t get my name wrong, though, it’s ever so important. I’m a secret agent, and I know everything, and I’m a Sith.”

Tori, who was all wild eyes and damp sleeves, met Xavier with an inane sort of fearlessness- a perfectly logical insanity. “You are Anakin, and Icarus is your Sidious, but who is your Palpatine?” He laughed, half frenzied, and shrugged his skinny shoulders. “It’s all so varied. Even I can’t see it all, and I’m a Secret Agent, which means I know everything.”

Room 14.

Keiko was alone in the corridor; there was nobody to feel there, and she knew full well that Jack was screaming somewhere in the bowels of the Infirmary, with only Icarus to hear him. She smiled, feeling dangerous and whole; her previous body was gone, now, leaving no ties to pull her back towards a budding corpse. It was freeing, it was delicious.

The little girl who had lingered and cried, pushing against the inexorable telepathic attack, had faded into nothingness; her consciousness consumed by a far more ancient force. Trephan was Keiko, but Keiko would never be Trephan. Fluid in identity but steadfast in intent; this would be ever such fun.

Memories rained down around her, brushed with the thoughts of the others; The Asylum was waking again, and the game was progressing. Icarus was a loose cannon as ever, the Instigator was awake and insane, and Keiko was going to enjoy every minute of it. She knew the endgame, she knew the rules, but unlike the others, she wasn’t invested in the outcome so much as the playing.

Icarus would, of course, vanish in the end; there was no holding the creature with the homunculus mind; prison would likely please her, for as long as she decided to stay there. The Instigator would both prove his point and flee content, gratified for the remainder of his cursed existence. Or be proven wrong and lavish in an institution, seeking answers and destroying lives along the way. Keiko would, of course, receive assistance and compensation for her terrible ordeal, and then move on, finding fresh minds to prey on. The others (and there was the Irony for Icarus) would suffer. All those with good intent- it was pitiful, and glorious for it.

Satisfied with her thoughts, she did not leave her room, choosing instead for the others to come and find her as they saw fit.

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Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Room 1
1320


Tori paused, albeit briefly, to look at the ceiling when the PA crackled to life, but he didn’t comment on it at first. Instead, he turned his gaze back towards Xavier, who he studied quietly before nodding, having apparently come to some form of conclusion. What, exactly, he was thinking was unclear, and probing into his mindscape was likely an exercise for the unwise.

“ Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m real. Definitely real. That’s not one of my problems. Not at all. I’ve never been worried that I’m not real. Who I really am, though… well, that’s a bit of a difficult question, don’t you think? Can you ever know who anyone really is? Seems to me we’re all just guessing away, day in, day out, making all sorts of silly, dangerous assumptions that get us killed or worse.”

White teeth glittered as Tori stretched his thin lips into a smile. “Like Icarus.” He snorted. “Doctor Solaris. Whatever she wants to call herself. She is who she is, but to different people she’s different things. I suppose what she is to me is very different to what she is to you. Or poor little Sarah. Or Jack. But that doesn’t change what she is. She’s still real, even if everything you think about her is a lie.”

Tori carefully made his way back towards the door, leaning right out to look down the hallway. “Did you know that Sarah has just wandered off with her little friends? Not that Japanese girl, she’s not out there at the moment, but she’s not vanished like the others. Do you know how many people have gone already? Nobody else has noticed, but you’re clever, Xavier. I think you can figure it out if you pay attention.

“But that’s not important at the moment. They’re going on an expedition, Sarah and her little friend Matt with the hairy palms. Probably looking for Jack. They remember him, even when they forget Kieko. And Karissa. And Elise. Don’t you think that’s odd? I think that’s odd. They certainly remember your sister, though. She’s a difficult one to forget. Ever so exciting.”

Humming to himself, Tori took a firm hold of the doorframe and leaned even further out, before making a startled sound and throwing himself back into the room again. “Oooh, naughty. Naughty! Icarus has let her little pet out. Ooooh, this is going to be fun.”

Residential Hall
1317


It was fascinating, Keiko decided, how Icarus liked to change the rules on a whim, despite the game being long since set in stone. It would likely drive The Instigator mad(er, because even if Trephan couldn’t read his mind, the man clearly had a loose screw knocking about in there) that his plans had been disrupted, but it would doubtlessly be entertaining.

Arthur had not been planned. Nobody had been commissioned to capture him, The Instigator had made no plans for him, but as the Asylum was coming together the boy had been delivered along with the rest and assigned a room as if it were already pre-arranged. The Instigator had blown a fuse, in his own enigmatic way, but Trephan hadn’t been to blame and had been quite content to watch sparks fly.

It was obvious (at least to a mind reader) that Icarus was to blame; Trephan didn’t need to see into her head for that, nor had he ever felt the desire to peek. He was very old, and very skilled, but there were some hornet nests that were better left un-prodded.

Stealing the mind of a young girl and taking over her body, however, was little more than a half-drowned bee-hive without a queen, and Trephan had done it without remorse and with relative ease, becoming Keiko with a sense of expectant delight. It had been quite some time since he’d been a woman; women were fun.

With fun in mind, as well as mischief, Keiko crept out of her room and headed towards Nurse Base. Sarah (traitor) had already apparently gone off without her, more focused on Jack than anything else. That was an interesting development to say the least; nobody had factored romance into the games, but it would be fascinating if some were to happen spontaneously between inmates. The Instigator would likely want to study it, if he wasn’t too busy buzzing about getting everything else done. If there was one thing the man had, it was a highly skilled sense of organisation.

Walking up behind Arthur, Keiko quietly cleared her throat, keen to seem small, anxious, downtrodden; inside, she was nothing of the sort, but inside she wasn’t even the girl everybody else saw her as anymore. Trephan, in the depths of her mind, smiled, but Keiko’s face remained a mask of uncertain fear.

“Um… are you new?”

Infirmary
1320



Despite its function, and the assumption that there would at least be someone on duty at any given time, the infirmary was empty when Sarah and Matt came through the door. The whole area, as a matter of fact, had the air of sterile disuse about it, despite the battle that had raged there not all that long ago. The Asylum’s cleanup crew, ever diligent, had reversed all trace of what had happened previously.

A risky venture, but one played out by experts; Jack, who had been stored lightly sedated until such a time as the stage had been reset, had been laid out beside the body of Trephan, now deceased, and given drugs to induce consciousness at ten minutes to one. He had woken at one. By five past one, he had flown into a panic and secreted himself in a laundry cupboard that had been skilfully lighted to draw his wavering attention. By quarter past one, the team that had been hiding in Intensive treatment had wheeled out the twin metal tables and replaced them with a slept-in looking hospital bed, table and locker.

By the time Sarah and Matt arrived, the room appeared to be deserted, though recently vacated by a patient, and the closet in which Jack was hiding was silent save for his deliberately hushed breathing.

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Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Residential Hall
1317-1318


“Um… are you new?”


To say the sudden voice behind him was not a surprise would be untrue to say the least. A sudden twitch was his body recognizing this mild shock, signaling his immediate halt. Of course the natural course of actions would be to turn and identify the source of the voice before making further decisions so he did. Arthur turned about one hundred and eighty degrees on his heels, spotting the talker and with no unwarranted haste shuffled back until he was about twice his arms length away from the cyan haired girl and the one who just spoke to him.

The first thing he noted about the girl was that she too was just slightly shorter than him, making him feel a bit like Gulliver on Lilliput island. She looked Asian enough with the shape of her facial features and the almost typically Asian long straight black hair, but there was something else. Arthur took what little time he had before he should respond to think about it. "Her face looks... Worried? Uncertain possibly." He thought, contemplating the expression of her three dimensional figure. He could examine and possibly determine what she might be feeling by her expression but because of his gifted eyes he made very little if no judgement on her character at all based on her appearance. After all, everything looked strange and unearthly to him. He would consider her just as trustworthy as the tall man just down the hall and right now everyone was untrustworthy.

"Yes... I am." He answered her question, taking more time to contemplation.
"Seeing as she is from around here she might know more about this place than I do. Perhaps, but on the other hand, judging from her expression she might be just as confused as I am. Yes, I don't think I am going to get anywhere quick here. I need to move forward to find answers, not more questions." He concluded in his mind, setting his resolve on figuring out this bizarre prison over making alliances right away. Truth be told, Arthur didn't know where to start. Finding out what he could was all that he could do. To do anything else before getting the requisite info would be an uninformed decision, a foolish one.

Having made his decision without another word he slowly and silently backed away, turning his attention from the girls to the surrounding exits. One of the exits from the center area connecting these halls seemed to him to be the one exit that led to the next wing of the facility, where most of the service and utility stations would be or so he assumed. Hoping the girls in front of him were not planning on striking up a conversation he picked up the pace from a silent inching away to a mild shuffle. He proceeded towards the cafeteria area while his hands hovered uselessly to his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Erebus Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Xavier Mason Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Residential Hall.
1320.


Arthur had the strangest of minds. It was the first thing that drew Keiko's attention upon speaking to the boy. She had met him before, of course, if only briefly; Icarus was a loose canon, but there was no way that even she could have snuck someone into the building without anyone knowing about it. Trephan had examined the boy while he was asleep, and declared him interesting, but now, awake and alert and vibrant, Keiko found him delicious. The Instigator would likely find him quite the opposite, but that would only make things more fun.

"Well, it's nice to- uh-" She didn't get much further, as Arthur rapidly lost interest in her and started to walk away. Keiko would have followed, but the sudden presence of the others was more than a little distracting. Devan clearly wanted nothing to do with them, but he was going their way; there was no avoiding the boy. Keiko didn't smile at him, choosing instead to fearfully duck her head in submission, as if hoping he would pass her by without notice.

It seemed to work, given that Devan gave them little more than a look in passing before trailing after Arthur. Aveline, who had been standing beside her up until this point, apparently was not satisfied with being ignored, however. Keiko very nearly smiled when she felt the idea pop into Aveline's head, but she managed to restrain herself, and even look shocked and appalled when Aveline charged forwards and launched herself at Arthur, crushing him to the floor.

"Aveline! That's not very nice! Don't hurt him, he's not done anything wrong!" Oh, if only she knew. There was a special little place in Trephan's heart for Aveline; his murderer. What would the girl say if she realised the man she thought she had destroyed was now possessing Kieko quite so expertly.

Her brother was clearly not particularly pleased with what was going on; Keiko watched him pass with interest, wondering if another battle was about to break out.

Room 1.
1325.


Icarus was a traitor. She thought she ran the game. She thought she was so clever... Tori glared out from the crack in the door, his mauve eyes alight with a fierce anger. Alone now, abandoned by Xavier and left trapped by his own indecision, he looked nothing like the confused but harmless young man that he had been only moments before. That spark of unusual, sharp insight had fanned into a razors edge- there was something dangerous in his expression.

"Sending out your pet, Icarus. That was mean. That was... naughty."

He watched as the others drew Xavier's attention, watched as the focus was pulled further and further away from himself. Aveline too- did she even remember that she had been his? That she was his tool, not a free agent any longer?

Tori closed his eyes, summoning up a strange, warping sensation in a dimension that Arthur could likely sense. "You forget, though, Icarus... people only remember you because you got burned."

To Arthur, it would be as if reality suddenly creased; a dimension of fabric space, running in a plane that overlapped seamlessly with the everyday world, was suddenly torn by expert fingers. Close, but not so close as to be on top of them, the tare widened, exerting a sucking pressure that built and built to a horrible level before suddenly stoppering closed with a jolt. The ripples left behind swirled and settled, but only for a moment before striking up elsewhere, this time with the impression that something had been pulled forth and set back in the physical world before the fabric space was stitched shut again.

Tori had vanished.

Infirmary.
1325.


In literally every sense of the word, Jack felt awful, and for once he remembered every second of what had happened to him. For so many years, he had begged every deity he could think of to let him remember, let the strange, alarming periods of absence leave him, but now, for the first time in his life, he wanted nothing more than to forget.

In one terrible moment, his entire world had shattered into fragments, the bedrock of his soul torn free and shattered. Vinny was gone. His parents were so far out of reach that they might as well be. His friends- his family- his career- in one fell swoop everything he held dear and everything that he had ever worked for had slipped like smoke though his fingers, and he couldn't get it out of his head.

He had woken feeling sick and disoriented, a sensation that lasted even now, hunched up as he was in the tiny, dark hideaway that he had selected after hurling himself out of bed and scrambling as fast and as far as he could away from the corpse he had been laid out beside. It was cramped and uncomfortable for someone of his height to crunch down into such a small cupboard, but it made him feel more secure than anything else had so far.

Sarah opening the door, on the other hand, was not so nice; the light slanted in and burned Jack's watering eyes, leaving him feeling even more nauseated than he had previously. But despite the fact that he was forced to turn his head away with a shudder, part of him cried out desperately for the few people that had become familiar to him in this nightmare.

"I- I don't think I'm ready to come out yet..." It would be a tight fit, with Sarah in the closet with him, but Jack couldn't actually think of anything he desired more than being held right about now.

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Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Xavier Mason Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Residential Hall
1323-1328


Aveline was just as surprised as Arthur had been, but for a different reason. She had misjudged the young man, particularly in the strength category as he fell forward with her still on him. Oopsie daisy. She hadn't meant to knock him off his feet, but at least it was consistent with the first impressions she gave. The boy wiggled underneath her as he could not support her weight, much less move when she had pinned him to the ground and trapped him there unknowingly.

"I take it this is the formal greeting for er... Newcomers here?" The stranger was trying to be funny, but this did not register in the crazy girl's head. She shook her head, a few strands of hair brushing against his face. "Nope, I like to change it up. I poked whats-his-name in the throat but he didn't like that. Sarah and Jack don't like me either. I think Matt might, but he likes Sarah so probably not." The girl had not taken the hint that she should get off of the new boy. She was perfectly content to hug him on the floor. It was like she was a koala and he the tree. Or she could be a sloth, but they were so incredibly slow and-

"Aveline! That's not very nice! Don't hurt him, he's not done anything wrong!" While she knew the voice belonged to K Number 1, she wasn't overly concerned. She actually hadn't see her in awhile and given her stature doubted she could do more than scold her. And what did she know? He wasn't broken from what she could tell. No harm, no foul.

"Ave!" Oh rats. Xavier was here. Now she was in trouble. He quickly walked over and attempted to pry Aveline off of her new friend and/or enemy. But she held onto him for dear life, as if her twin was a hurricane trying to knock her from her tree.

The stranger, who had now identified himself as Arthur, introduced himself as best he could given the circumstances. He looked terribly uncomfortable and Xavier couldn't blame him. Aveline had once hugged him and wouldn't let go for six hours until she became hungry. That had not been a fun day for him.

"I'm sorry about my sister Arthur. She's a bit of a nutcase." All thanks to you. You really shouldn't have uses your gift on her, it drove her insane... a small voice in his head quipped. Now was not the time for guilt to creep into his head. Xavier looked at Aveline and told her sternly, "Let go." A frowning blue haired girl released her grip and let herself be plucked up from her new friend. As she glared at Kieko for yelling at her, Xavier lent a hand to Arthur to help him up.

"I'm Xavier and I see you've met my sister, Aveline." He briefly glanced at Kieko who stood back from the group. He thought of giving her an encouraging smile but figured it wouldn't transfer well. Xavier looked back at Arthur, trying to ignore Aveline as best he could. She had decided she wanted to play with her brother now and was tugging gently at his long black hair. "I'm sorry again, I probably should have kept an eye on her." He swatted at her hand behind his back, trying to tell her to stop.

Aveline frowned again and stepped out from behind her brother to speak to Arthur. She gave a friendly wave and smile, as if she had never tackled him. "Hello Arthur! Welcome to, uh, well I'm not sure. But lunch is soon. I like food!" She went to turn and run to the cafeteria, where she would surely encounter Devan and have her throat ripped out or something of that sort, but Xavier caught her arm and kept her there. He had forgotten how crazy she was and wasn't sure he wanted her running around all by herself. But then again he had done just the same and had his own fun adventures.

Interestingly enough, each of the twins had killed someone, though in different fashions and with different results. They had also both encountered Tori, who was on a different mission each time. It seemed that they were in need of a bit of catching up.

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Residential Hall
1323-1330



"Nope, I like to change it up. I poked whats-his-name in the throat but he didn't like that. Sarah and Jack don't like me either. I think Matt might, but he likes Sarah so probably not."

Already this was quite a lot of information. Nothing immediately useful however knowing who's who around this place was no resource to scoff at either. Aveline obviously knew more about the asylum than he did. Enough to know about the residents, although they could simply be characters she invented. Without any way to tell which truth that matter belonged to he simply put the question on hold until needed. She really did like holding onto him it seemed. Seeing her true shape gave him no first emotional impression of her, good or bad. In light of her actions she was still more trust worthy than everyone else he has met so far. For now.

"Aveline! That's not very nice! Don't hurt him, he's not done anything wrong!" The shy girl seemed rather upset by his current grapplers actions. So it seemed the two had met already. This made no difference in Arthur's opinion of the girl and even if he didn't think as much there was little say he had in the matter of his position.

The person who had been yelling earlier came over to assist him. The stranger pulled at Aveline to try and make her release him from her grip to no avail. "I'm sorry about my sister Arthur. She's a bit of a nutcase." The man apologized for his sisters behavior. The revelation that he was her brother came as little surprise to him. With his expanded sight no human form was no more eccentric than another. Quite frankly he was kind of like a foreigner to the human race at this point. All humans look alike, some just act differently than others.

At that point her brother had commanded her to let go at which instant Aveline begrudgingly obliged. After she was picked up he noticed her glare directed over to the shy girl from earlier. There was little time to dwell on that detail however as her brother had offered a hand to help him up from the prone position he was trapped in just seconds ago.
"I'm Xavier and I see you've met my sister, Aveline." He listened to Xavier's introduction of both himself and his blue haired sister. Arthur was about to reply

And then something changed.

At first it was subtle. He noticed all the angles in his field of vision suddenly bend in a single direction before resetting back to normal, like a flicker. A flicker alone could not of prepared him for the following distortion. A hole, one that threatened to swallow everything. The effect was reminiscent of something tearing through a cloth sheet. As it pressed through, everything stretched towards the point of impact. Reality, not unlike the example of the cloth, tried to bend around the object rather than tear asunder. At the point of ripping is where the metaphor of the cloth and this instance ceased to compare. While a cloth would relax after being torn through, the fabric of space's pull intensified around the aperture. He could see himself almost being dragged into this singularity as well, the whole room twisting at one end into a single point in the distance, the rest of the room behind him soon to follow.

Ignoring the helpful hand of Xavier at this point he backed away. Away from Xavier, away from Aveline, away from everyone. The whole asylum was a sinking ship and he was doing everything within his power to avoid falling in with it. He scrambled to the opposite end of the room and pressed his back so firmly against the back wall it would take a considerable effort from someone reasonably strong to separate him from it. As far as Arthur was concerned, a black hole had just manifested and was dragging everything near into oblivion.

Arthur would have lost his balance if he was standing up as soon as reality snapped back into place. It was as though someone placed him in a rubber band and stretched him back along it almost to the point of breaking before letting go. Luckily, Arthur cannot be fired through a solid wall, at least not like that. Just like that it all stopped. It was as though something just punched it's way out of existence. The entire time his mind raced like a mouses heart hooked to a car battery, not unlike his own heartbeat at the moment as well.

Among the thousands of questions that instantly jumped to mind was a simple "Why?" It was also the only question that was answered when a distant pulse registered in his vision. Something had just pushed it's way back into reality like a stone dropped into a pond. It was not nearly as close as the opening was so it's jarring effects on him were lessened. Less it's distance however was the fact that little could top the initial surprise that came with the opening breach.

No ordinary man would be able to so much as even compose one's self after witnessing such a disturbance. Arthur's psyche was greatly disturbed by the sudden occurrence of something so impossible. His face was pale enough to be the very mask of pure illness most grave. He was dripping a cold sweat which adorned his brow and lined his quivering palms. His jaw hurt from the intensity which he grit his teeth with. The adrenaline which was strong enough to almost poison him made it impossible to keep his legs still.

Despite all this though he had one thing to hold onto his sanity by. A feeling of familiarity, a sensation no different than when he first discovered that he could see this world expanded. To see something so impossible without having seen anything like it before had effectively incapacitated him before, rendering him screaming in pure shock with nothing to ground him to reality.To see something that defied all conventional expectations of reality was not a new feeling. It was amazing how powerful the sense of familiarity could be, no matter what situation it may be. He had not even cried out in shock despite the gravity of the situation that unraveled before him. He may not have been able to stand and face this threat but at least he could still stand and act if required.

He needed to take a moment to gather his wits. With this time he was able to string together what he saw and deduce the result from the effects witnessed.

It... Something bypassed this plane entirely and somehow moved to another location.

He concluded in his mind. Summoning up what remained of his strength he pushed himself up the wall, still resting upon it even while standing for support. The tensity his body had held made him surprisingly exhausted. He was breathing like he just jogged a marathon. It took him a moment to catch his breath before he was able to address the most likely confused bystanders whom were speaking to him mere moments ago. What felt like an hour to him was little more than the span of a few seconds, no more than thirty.

He looked up at the onlookers, his breath still shaking with him. If either of them had said anything past what he last heard than he clearly didn't notice. "S-sorry for that. Didn't mean to be rude there. It is a pleasure to meet you both, it really is." His voice ragged with tension still intoxicating his body. Pushing himself off the wall he managed to stand without falling over, his knees still shaking beneath him as though threatening to buckle all the while.

He briefly contemplated asking the two if they had seen what he just saw but quickly dismissed the thought. They were no different than everyone else. His whole life and no one could see what he could see. Every time he told someone about what he saw and each time was met with ridicule and unwarranted concern for his mental health. Now would be no different to him. It was him, alone, to carry the knowledge of what he sees what others cannot, or more correctly what he hoped others cannot. It was the possibility there was someone or possibly something else in this hospital that may know more about the holes know one else can ever conceive of than he did. It was a thought scary enough to chill him to the bones.

There may be a person here who knows more than me and is keeping me here against my wishes.

What do they want of me?

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Character Portrait: Sarah Erebus Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Xavier Mason Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Doctor Solaris Dae Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Dining Hall
1335.


The Dining Hall was indeed shut when Devan arrived, but there were definite signs of life behind the sealed double doors. Lunch, as far as could be divined, was certainly in progress; the smell of cooking was drifting out into the hallway, and general noises associated with food preparation were audible.

The fact remained, however, that the doors were locked, and the sign affixed to the laminated surface declared that lunch would begin at 12:00, which a nearby clock stated would be in exactly fifteen minutes.

Infirmary
1330-1340


It took Jack almost ten minutes to get himself back under control again (seven to stop sobbing onto Sarah's shoulder, and three to get his abject, mortified embarrassment under control). Normally, he would have devoted a good hour or so to outright hysterics, but the longer he dwelled on what had happened, the closer to being completely out of control he felt. It was in the interests of self preservation that he forced his miserable panic down to a dull roar, and finally raised his head.

Still afraid to look outside the boundaries of his closet for fear of seeing a dead body, Jack started by cracking open a puffy, leaking eye and peered worriedly at the floor. Matt's feet were the first thing he actually ended up seeing, and it was such a blessed relief that he almost burst into tears again.

With a wet sniff, he looked up a little further, finally allowing himself to make eye-contact with the boy who had rapidly become his friend in this chaos. Matt looked happy to see him, which was comforting, but there was a little tag of something else lurking there that unsettled him; what had happened, while he had been unconscious (dead?!) in this horrible room.

"I- sorry." His voice was a wreck, and there was something that was probably mucus sticking to his face and Sarah's shoulder. Jack had never wished for a handkerchief more, but he had been stripped down to a gown at some stage. He didn't even have pants on, he realised, quite horrified given his current position ensconced in Sarah's arms.

"Uh." If his face hadn't already been aggravated to a blotchy red by crying, he was certain that he would have blushed right up to his ears. "Do, do either of you know what happened to my clothes?"

Residential Hall
1327-1335


Keiko watched with something akin to fascination as the scene before her played out in a chaos of emotion; a veritable riot of reactions and quick-fire responses. It was obvious that Aveline was following something of her own agenda, but that was okay; The Instigator might become irate at sudden and inexplicable changes to The Plan, but as far as Trephan had always been concerned, they were what made life fun.

This was a change of plan; Arthur, certainly, had not been arranged with The Instigator's grand scheme in mind, but there was something exciting about the thought that things were about to go stunningly off the rails. Well, more-so, because there was no denying that Aveline jumping all over Arthur, and Xavier having to wade into save the day were things going 'according to plan'.

Of course, things only became stranger a moment later, when Arthur suddenly paled to a frankly shocking shade of grey and staggered back into the wall. Drenched in sweat, shaking and sickly looking; to the outside, it appeared as if the young man were having some form of cardiac event, or at the very least a panic attack, but Keiko was not looking at the outside at all.

Possessing the unique skills of a telepath, combined with a genuine degree and ages-old observations of medicine through time gave Trephan, and therefore Keiko, a rather extraordinary insight into moments such as these. That was not to say, however, that she had any intention of letting that information slip to her fellows.

"Arthur? Are you okay? Do you need to sit down?" Apparently ignoring the previous animosity between herself and her companions given the sudden potential emergency, Keiko stepped up and addressed Xavier. "He doesn't look at all well. Should we call a nurse?"

It took almost a minute for Arthur to respond to them at all, which likely seemed much longer to those genuinely alarmed by what was going on. When he did, there was chaos in his mind, and if he thought he was fooling anyone by acting normally, he was sadly mistaken.

"Arthur, what was that? You look sick. We should call one of the nurses."

Control Room
1325-1340


"You twisted bitch."

Icarus didn't need the monitors that surrounded her to tell her that 'The Instigator' had entered the room, or that he would be in a towering temper. In this intricate, multi-dimensional game of chess that they were playing, this particular move had been started a very long time ago; he had simply failed to notice that he was being manoeuvred into check until now.

"Yes." She didn't turn to face him, choosing instead to watch him rage in the glossy black screen before her, his visage superimposed over a darkish image of the inside of a supply closet in the Infirmary. "Did you need something?"

There was a disgusted sound, inarticulate, furious, but it was easy to duck the wrathful swing he took at her; a simple matter of kicking off from the desk with just enough force to let the wheels on her chair remove her from his reach. The curse he spat out when his hand impacted with the corner of the monitor instead of her face was deeply satisfying; she let it show, knowing that it would only inflame him further.

"Your pet was not supposed to be here." It sounded like he was grinding his teeth, and Icarus was half-tempted to give him some off-hand advice about maintaining good dentition. "Not least now, when things are already so far off-schedule. Do you forget who is running this operation, Icarus? Or do you want to challenge me?"

As if he would stand a chance if she chose to challenge him; Icarus smiled, pushing herself back into place with her toes, mindless of the angry man currently dominating the room. "Challenge you in what sense? You really should be mindful of your words; given that it's something of your 'thing', you're not being all that eloquent right now. If you mean to say 'are you attempting to usurp my authority in this little game of mine, Icarus?' then I can honestly tell you no. I have no intention to take your toys from you."

Finally, she swung to face him, resting back in her chair and quite at ease, as the beginnings of chaos erupted on the screens behind her. "If you are suggesting that I'm upping the difficulty of things, however- well, you'd be quite correct. We can't have you getting complacent, now can we?"

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Residential Hall
1332-1338


Xavier watched with curiosity as the newcomer's whole demeanor suddenly changed, shifting from one of confusion to another of fear, anxiety. The change was sudden and very noticeable. Even Aveline stopped playing with her hair and looked at Arthur, puzzled by the abrupt change in his features. He was clearly startled, yet the source of this reaction was unseen to the others.

He shifted his weight, thinking of approaching the new asylum mate, but thought better of it. He might attack him in his panicked state. So Xavier made himself content to stand still and look watch Arthur for any other sudden changes.

Aveline on the other hand, comprehended that something had happened but had no idea what. Unless she had grown bat wings and turned into a grotesque demon, she saw no reason for Arthur to be backed against the wall as if the devil had come to see him to Hell personally. She looked around at the others, who had the same pondering look on their faces. Keiko's face had hardly seemed to change and Xavier was almost smirking. The blue haired girl tilted her head to the side, perplexed. Why was Arthur special enough to see something and she wasn't? She opened her pale lips to speak but was cut off by him. He tried to reassure them that he was fine, though it was quite evident he wasn't. He was about as fine as she was sane, not that she knew her sanity was serious question. The other two also seemed rather unconvinced by Arthur's dialogue.

Keiko then stepped forward as the shaking figure of Arthur rose, looking like a trapped animal. She asked if he was ok (which had an obvious answer to it) or if he needed to sit down. The twins both had the same thought- he had just been sitting down. If he needed to sit he would have kept himself propped against the wall. Xavier flinched a bit as he sensed his sister's similar thought. Twin telepathy, be it placebo or reality, seemed very real to them. Connected in thought at times, the two found that speaking the same words at once was not something foreign to them. In fact, it was highly amusing to them both.

The other girl next suggested that they call a nurse, addressing Xavier specifically. She then spoke to Arthur, asking him what had happened and if they should call a nurse. Had they not been in the asylum, the two might have agreed to this proposition. Unfortunately, neither of them liked the nurses here. Aveline found them too controlling and mean while Xavier liked to snack on them. Since nurses were not acceptable meals and would likely pin him as the cause of Arthur's panic, he was against the idea. He cast a sideways glance at Aveline, who was pouting at the thought of the mean nurses.

"I don't think they'll be of much help," the two said at once. They were completely indifferent to the fact that they'd spoken at the same time. Xavier proceeded to continue before Aveline opened her mouth to say something incoherent.

"The nurses I've encounter so far haven't been very friendly." Well, I did eat one so I can see why they don't like me, he reflected briefly. "I think food or rest would be the better way to go." His gaze turned to Arthur. "Lunch begins soon as I'm sure you heard. Perhaps you can entertain us by explaining what happened then?"

"Ooh, food!" Aveline chirped excitedly. The idea of eating was very pleasing as she had been banned from the earlier ice cream social and had no idea when she had last eaten. Forgetting about her brother and her new friend, she rushed around the corner and into the main hall. Xavier made no attempt to chase after her, as his main interest was now with Arthur.

Here she found the crazy haired and slightly psychotic looking Devan, also allured by the promise of food. She froze as she saw him, a split moment of fear crossing her face. Aveline would prefer not to be strangled by him and without her nurse eating brother to protect her she was at a great disadvantage. Knowing this, but also remembering her affair with Tori, she was torn as whether or not to approach him. For now, she remained standing in the hall with a blank expression.

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Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Xavier Mason Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Residential Hall
1332-1340


"Arthur, what was that? You look sick. We should call one of the nurses." Arthur heard the timid girl from earlier speak up to him upon seeing his reaction to an event evident to him alone. Realizing just how panicked he must of looked he took a moment, closed his eyes and exhaled a few deep breaths. The harsh illumination in the room lightly hurt his faded eyes. He felt a bit calmer but his outward demeanor didn't reflect this as well as he'd hoped. He was about to reply when the other two seemed to take it upon themselves to do so for him. "I don't think they'll be of much help." Arthur couldn't agree more, simply nodding rather than interrupt what else they looked like they were about to say. If his suspicions about where he was and what was going on were as bad as he feared then the last thing he'd want was to appear on the radar more than he already has.

"The nurses I've encounter so far haven't been very friendly." Arthur listened to every word either of these two had to say very carefully despite the topic being on a matter that he could of taken an educated guess on with great accuracy.
"Lunch begins soon as I'm sure you heard. Perhaps you can entertain us by explaining what happened then?"
Here is where Arthur's and Xavier's ideas differed.

He knew very well that trusting any of these characters with anything could yield innumerable results, more of them for the worse rather than the better. Still, he did not want them to stop sharing their share of information either. If he wanted to learn more about this place without resorting to digging through files and exploring area's he would be supposedly barred from by the staff and whatever else lurks within the confines of this building then he would need to give something back in order to keep the status quo between them. At this current moment he would trust this Xavier fellow to some extent.
To say that this trust would last was an uncertainty only time could answer.

"Sure. I could use some food anyways. I don't know how long I was out for before I was brought here anyways."
Arthur answered Xaviers proposal. "Ooh, food!" Aveline quickly departed from the conversation and shortly after the junction they stood at. With her out on her own little adventure that just left himself, the girl who would continue to be a fly on the wall to him for the duration of this meeting and Xavier with his attention conveniently undivided for the time being. Seeing Aveline make her way down the same hall the gloomy looking figure went gave him an idea though. "Actually, before we go..."
He paused, walking over to the entrance to the hallway he had seen the tear occur.

He walked through, measuring the distance and direction that the tear appeared to had originated from. Room zero one, the very first room if the label on the door was to be believed. Arthur's knowledge of where the hole was ripped was shaky at best, especially seeing as how his only way of telling where it was was by it's direction and severity in relation to his position back in the main hallway junction, but almost every detail that informed his guess fit perfectly here. If the borders of the room in front of him were the same as his own room's measurements then even the furthest guess would still land the event that had transpired within the confines of that exact room.

"Do you know who stays in this room?" He asked Xavier, raising his voice but not quite yelling so that he could reasonably hear him from down where he was. Standing in front of the room's door gave him a sense of dread just from thinking about what could possibly inhabit that room and what possibilities lie within. The unknown dangers that could lurk within gave the door a foreboding aura to it. by standing in front of this door after going through the scare he just underwent by this point if he could Arthur would have goosebumps on his goosebumps. For now, he'd have to settle for goosebumps and a slight shiver.