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located in Winterborne Asylum, a part of Winterborne, one of the many universes on RPG.

Winterborne Asylum



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Character Portrait: Nyla La'Rouge Character Portrait: Ryley Spicer
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Nyla was content with just sitting there and she hoped 0999 would just keep his mouth shut. She hoped he was just as scared of her as everyone else and maybe with any luck he’d just get up and move. He glanced up behind her like he was looking at someone, but she just ignored it. Her hands folded in her lap as she traced the creaks in the cement table, they sat at.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering.." his voice caused her to glanced up and lock eyes with him. "Do you know that you've got someone following you around?" she narrowed his eyes, looking at him like she was completely normal and he was the only crazy one.

“Really, do I now?" she spat bitterly, mocking him. Her voice was low so only he could hear it, but it was no less venomous.

"He cares for you very much..I wish my family care for me in such a way. I think that having someone like Parker looking out for you is something that we all need. Especially here." he finished ignoring her, hateful remark.

She wasn’t entirely sure she’d heard him correctly when he’d said her brother’s name. No one aside from the doctors and the police knew he had a brother, in fact her brother had almost been over looked when the police came to her house. She’d had to show them her brother’s body. So the fact that he knew not only freaked her out but it pissed her off, especially after what had just happened in her dream. She glanced down to the darkened ink spot she drew on her hand, which told her whether or not she was dreaming. It was really the only way she kept her self sane. When the spot wasn’t there she was dreaming, when it was there it was real life and it was defiantly there.

“I should rip your fucking heart out of your chest, you little prick." she hissed, like she was a second away from jumping over the table and actually fulfilling her threat. “I’d love to watch you bleed." she said with a wicked smirk. “You’re a sick twisted fuck, you know that. What do you do, read everyone’s damn files?" she spat harshly, fighting every urge in her to jump across the table and beat the shit out of him.

She stood up then and reached across the table snatching his book from his grip, tearing the pages out viciously. She recognized the book, they’d tried to feed her that bullshit a few years ago, like reading Shakespeare or Hemingway was actually going to help them. They weren’t mad at all, Edgar Allen Poe on the other hand, was right up their ally. He’d drown in his own madness, just like all of them would do at Winterborne. When she’d ripped all of the pages from the book she’d thrown it back in his lap and glanced around at everyone staring at her as she tried to calm her breathing.

“Hemingway is a joke, just like this hospital." she said darkly. “Go fuck yourself." breathed, here fit had caused everyone to go silent shocked at hearing her talk so much or talk at all really. She left the table then pushing open the gate that lead from the recreational area to the yard making her way to the cemetery to clear her head. It was all too coincidental. The fact that she had just clearly dreamed about her brother and now 0999 had claimed he was following her. Either it was all another illusion or something was seriously wrong was going on.