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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 beyond frustrated with him, simply because deep down she knew he wasn’t lying, she knew he could probably really see parker. Him being able to talk to and see things weren’t there made him seem completely normal compared to what she could do with her dreams, of course no one knew what she could do and even if she told them, they’d never believe her. But, why Parker? Was all she could think. Her eyes landed on something in the distance, in the cemetery, the shadows, they were always there. She knew they were from her dreams and she hated that she couldn’t make them go away.

“You’re a fucking crazy bitch, you know that?” his voice ripped her away from the shadows and she glanced to him standing in front of her and she rolled her eyes. "You had no reason to destroy my book. Now I'm going to have to explain to Markham what happened to it. Thanks for that.." he said keeping his distance, he slowly moved around to her other side.

“Your welcome princess.” she said glaring at him. “Maybe if you’d mind your own fucking business…” she trailed off trying to control her temper, because if she got to irritated, she really would try and hurt him or herself.

"I didn't mean to anger you. I did not think that mentioning him would anger you so. Nor did he say otherwise." He seemed to be paying attention to someone else and she took the time to flick her eyes back to the cemetery, the shadows were gone then. "Anyway, stay the fuck away from me. I don't want anything to do with you. Parker, on the other hand...feel free to find me later." he said bring her attention back to him as he headed back to the recreation area.

“Yeah, well fuck you too babe.” she yelled after him, before making her way out to the cemetery, hoping she wouldn’t get stopped, not that they paid much attention anyways.

The Cemetery was creepy, that was for sure, yet Nyla found it peaceful and if they let her go out there more often, she’d probably be a lot calmer. She followed the path deeper into the cemetery and she knew that Cameron would know exactly where to find her when she wasn’t in the rec area.

“There you are babe.” she heard a familiar voice causing her to glance in the direction she’d heard it and her heart sped up. It was him. She was both terrified and in love with him. He was the closest thing to reality in her dreams, but he wasn’t in her dreams he was there, in the flesh, lend against one of the large gravestones casually smoking like he was supposed to be there.

“Damien?” She breathed in shock.

“In the flesh babydoll.” he said a wicked smirk on his pale blue corpse like lips. He held his pack of cigarettes out to her like a peace offering and she hesitated before she made her way over and light one, taking a long much needed inhale, before blowing the smoke out.