Introduction
Dale-creek ward is an asylume/ ward for criminals that have been evaluated mentally unstable and are now therefore referred to as ''patients''. Kept in either solid cells with bar or heavy labour doors each patient owns a filing cabinet dedicated to their lifes work of misery, pain and horror that they have brought upon ordinary civilians in the past.
Make no mistake these inmates are far from repentant.
These patients are far from unaware of where and who they are and are completely capable of harnassing the fear and tension they create amongst the work employees of Dale-Creek ward. ''Mentally unstable'' is just a label because people cannot comprehend that any living sane being could possibly want to commit the crimes these people have sucubbed to.
Half the ward has recently been referbished and therefore the visitor enterance, reception, offices and cafeteria are deceivingly pleasant and bright. However past that, down four flights of stairs you come to the basement where all the inmates or "patients" reside.
1st floor: Where there are 12 open windowed offices for psychologistics, nurses, security and other guests and members.
2nd floor/ Ground floor: Is where the reception and cafeteria begins, bright, airy and welcoming it suggests a slight clinical approach.
3rd floor/ underground: Dimly lit and partially closed off this is where past psychiatric evaluation was attempted by previous employers and stopped by the government under the "human rights act" which took several years to inforce.
4th floor/ underground: Well lit this is where the nurses station is and consists of 5 working staff members day or night complete with all necessarities to suggest serious injuries may be obtained.
5th floor/ underground: Where the inmates are kept, observed and worked with. A long line of cells some with heavy doors others with bars and a yellow proximaty line painted upon the floor. Dimly lit with the night lights on its difficult to make out the inmates except for eerie silouettes.
The ward has been around for a while and now and then you'll get a transferred patient other than that you're stuck with the same faces... Its a fairly straight forward job if you set aside the danger and emotional, physical tension.
But these patients arent about to sit in silence whilst you go about your work... Entering this ward... will you survive the taunts and warped worlds of the inmates.. will you leave or will you sucumb to their desires and end your career..in a morgue.
Hint of black humour at times this roleplay will be an exciting view on the thrilling work enviroment surrounding by threat,suspense and characters that will grow deep as the RP progresses.
This roleplay will include the incredious views of criminals and offenders and therefore Rplayers should expect indecent mentionings.
This roleplay is 15[+] and may include faint sexual themes at some points so as i said once again expect it and if you disagree then pm me and maybe i'll try and take it down a notch for you as long as a majority of players do not disagree.
Make no mistake these inmates are far from repentant.
These patients are far from unaware of where and who they are and are completely capable of harnassing the fear and tension they create amongst the work employees of Dale-Creek ward. ''Mentally unstable'' is just a label because people cannot comprehend that any living sane being could possibly want to commit the crimes these people have sucubbed to.
Half the ward has recently been referbished and therefore the visitor enterance, reception, offices and cafeteria are deceivingly pleasant and bright. However past that, down four flights of stairs you come to the basement where all the inmates or "patients" reside.
1st floor: Where there are 12 open windowed offices for psychologistics, nurses, security and other guests and members.
2nd floor/ Ground floor: Is where the reception and cafeteria begins, bright, airy and welcoming it suggests a slight clinical approach.
3rd floor/ underground: Dimly lit and partially closed off this is where past psychiatric evaluation was attempted by previous employers and stopped by the government under the "human rights act" which took several years to inforce.
4th floor/ underground: Well lit this is where the nurses station is and consists of 5 working staff members day or night complete with all necessarities to suggest serious injuries may be obtained.
5th floor/ underground: Where the inmates are kept, observed and worked with. A long line of cells some with heavy doors others with bars and a yellow proximaty line painted upon the floor. Dimly lit with the night lights on its difficult to make out the inmates except for eerie silouettes.
The ward has been around for a while and now and then you'll get a transferred patient other than that you're stuck with the same faces... Its a fairly straight forward job if you set aside the danger and emotional, physical tension.
But these patients arent about to sit in silence whilst you go about your work... Entering this ward... will you survive the taunts and warped worlds of the inmates.. will you leave or will you sucumb to their desires and end your career..in a morgue.
Hint of black humour at times this roleplay will be an exciting view on the thrilling work enviroment surrounding by threat,suspense and characters that will grow deep as the RP progresses.
This roleplay will include the incredious views of criminals and offenders and therefore Rplayers should expect indecent mentionings.
This roleplay is 15[+] and may include faint sexual themes at some points so as i said once again expect it and if you disagree then pm me and maybe i'll try and take it down a notch for you as long as a majority of players do not disagree.
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I hadnt thought too closely to myself about this job but now, standing outside, i was beriddled with this fierce curiosity! Dale-creek Hill Asylum, the image in my mind of this place was old, dowdy and basically forgotten by the council...instead i see Modern, green tinted glass windows and pale stone. It was new, clinical and exciting!
Walking into what must be the reception i took in the well lit, soft coloured surroundings and smiled to myself.
Approaching a receptionist i nodded to her politely.
"Hey im here for the new employee placement?" I gave her a hopeful smile. She was 'hench'.
Her eyes rolled up and down my appearance and with a hefty sigh and eyebrow raised, pointed to the seat i should wait in. i glanced down at what i was wearing suspiciously... It wasnt outrageous...what i was wearing-a short, white, dress that fluttered above the knee, my big, green coat that was hopelessly huge but comfortable and little brown army boots. Maybe she didnt like my style, its not like the staff here had a uniform.
Slumped in my 'seat' i watched intently when yet another large woman forced her bottom through the doorway next to where i was seated.
Noticing my instantly approached reception with a folder.
"Whose that?" she muttered, she quite a nasal voice.
"New employee.." The receptionist said it like it was a pun.
The nasal toned woman began to hoot as she turned to face me. "You sure you're in the right place honey"
I stared at her oddly.. why wouldnt i be in the right place...?
Walking into what must be the reception i took in the well lit, soft coloured surroundings and smiled to myself.
Approaching a receptionist i nodded to her politely.
"Hey im here for the new employee placement?" I gave her a hopeful smile. She was 'hench'.
Her eyes rolled up and down my appearance and with a hefty sigh and eyebrow raised, pointed to the seat i should wait in. i glanced down at what i was wearing suspiciously... It wasnt outrageous...what i was wearing-a short, white, dress that fluttered above the knee, my big, green coat that was hopelessly huge but comfortable and little brown army boots. Maybe she didnt like my style, its not like the staff here had a uniform.
Slumped in my 'seat' i watched intently when yet another large woman forced her bottom through the doorway next to where i was seated.
Noticing my instantly approached reception with a folder.
"Whose that?" she muttered, she quite a nasal voice.
"New employee.." The receptionist said it like it was a pun.
The nasal toned woman began to hoot as she turned to face me. "You sure you're in the right place honey"
I stared at her oddly.. why wouldnt i be in the right place...?
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It was dim in a cell and there was the sound of a girl mumbling. The nurse peeked in and heard: "I am innocent. Why am I here? I am lonely." Coming from the girl. The girl named Kaleos, responsible for the murders and mutilations of ten people and a serious necrophile, turned around to see the nurse peeking in. The nurse was afraid and quickly closed the door. After a minute of calming herself down, the nurse looking in through a window. Kaleos was gone. The nurse opened the door and Kaleos was peeking through the crack and said: "I am lonely. Do you want to play with me?" Kaleos' fingers gripped the side of the door. In panic, the nurse slammed the door closed squishing Kaleos' fingers. "Ou! Ouch! It hurts. Please dont hurt me anymore. Please, I dont know what I have done." Kaleos said almost crying. The nurse was told never to go in there without a security guard or when Kaleos didnt have a straightjacket on. The director told the nurse that she shouldnt be fooled by Kaleos because she is criminally insane and extremely dangerous. But the nurse finally fell for it. The nurse went into the cell thinking that she couldnt be hurt by Kaleos if there wasnt anything to use as a weapon.
But the nurse was wrong. The nurse showed empathy for Kaleos and hugged her saying: "I am sorry. I didnt mean to hurt you." Kaleos hugged back but the nurse felt Kaleos' hug get stronger and stronger. At the point where it got hard to breathe, the nurse tried to break loose. But Kaleos wouldnt let go. "Stay with me forever. Dont leave." Kaleos said. There was a snap and the nurse could barely breathe anymore. She broke loose but didnt have the power to stand up anymore nor to scream for help. At that time a guard first noticed the problem and rushed to the cell. Kaleos already had her hands on the nurses head and twisted it to a snap. "Stay with me forever." Kaleos repeated. The guard restrained Kaleos and put her in a straightjacket. He layed his fingers on the nurses neck to check for a pulse. There was one. "Thank god you didnt kill her." The guard said. Kaleos watched as the heavily injured nurse was taken away by paramedics. "Dont leave me alone! Please." Kaleos cried. She didnt want to be alone.
But the nurse was wrong. The nurse showed empathy for Kaleos and hugged her saying: "I am sorry. I didnt mean to hurt you." Kaleos hugged back but the nurse felt Kaleos' hug get stronger and stronger. At the point where it got hard to breathe, the nurse tried to break loose. But Kaleos wouldnt let go. "Stay with me forever. Dont leave." Kaleos said. There was a snap and the nurse could barely breathe anymore. She broke loose but didnt have the power to stand up anymore nor to scream for help. At that time a guard first noticed the problem and rushed to the cell. Kaleos already had her hands on the nurses head and twisted it to a snap. "Stay with me forever." Kaleos repeated. The guard restrained Kaleos and put her in a straightjacket. He layed his fingers on the nurses neck to check for a pulse. There was one. "Thank god you didnt kill her." The guard said. Kaleos watched as the heavily injured nurse was taken away by paramedics. "Dont leave me alone! Please." Kaleos cried. She didnt want to be alone.
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Bea felt the back of her hair anxiously, she could hear something echoing up from below like a desperate cry for assitance.. she wasnt informed there was a basement to the asylum... was that where they kept the patients? She fiddled with her coat buttons glancing from the obese receptionist to the door that the other woman appeared from.. was it her or were all the women here profoundly unattractive, and the clothes they wore were so heavy, the shape and material of the tops warped and saggy making them look even worse. Maybe skinnies and a hoodie would have been a better opt she would of expected staff to be smartly dressed and looking presentable from the looks of the building.. obviously this asylum wasnt what she'd expected at all. Maybe she was in the wrong place...
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Marsueves leaned back in his cell. He could hear the commotion just down the hall. It was probably that one girl, or another patient; he didn't really care. The apathy of patient life was likely to drive him insane. Marsueves chuckled at the thought. He looked around his cell. A metal toliet, a steel sink, a bookself with a few books on it, and a table with a few drawings and another couple of books. The bed that he was sitting on was nothing more than a thin mattress and a uncovered pillow. Marsueves stood up and strode over to the door. it had a plexiglass window in it, allowing him a view of the hallway. it was alive with activity. There were guards running around, and a few nurses hauling off an injured woman. Suddenly, a guard approached his door and flicked on the intercom. "Come on Black. time for a patient interview. Now, show me your hands and put your face to the wall." Marsueves sighed and leaned up against the wall. The guard came in and secured a straight jacket around him.
As they were walking down the hall, he turned back and saw the girl standing at her door strapped into a straight jacket. She had a scerene smile on her face and looked quite pleased with herself.
As they were walking down the hall, he turned back and saw the girl standing at her door strapped into a straight jacket. She had a scerene smile on her face and looked quite pleased with herself.
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"Oi, Kamijou. Got a newby in the lobby. Clair told me that she needs you to show her around and whatever."
Kamijou kept his eyes on his paperwork. "Yeah? Tell her I'll be their in a minute." He continued jotting down words. "Whats her name?"
"Bea or something. Hey, I gotta go, Kaleo's is causing some kind of havoc again." He said then sprinted out the door.
Kamijou scribbled down one more thing then stood up. Not Kaleo's again, he thought to himself as he headed out the door.
Kamijou has never really saw Kaleo's up close. Kamijou was usually in his office, doing paperwork and studying for the new medicines and whatnot. Not that he wanted to see her up close up anyway. He heard plenty though. Enough to keep him off her floor of the Asylum. He generally avoided those area's regardless anyway. Ever since the incident last year he kept his distance with the patients. But some times he couldn't avoid it. With diagnoses and such, he had to observe them in person for symptons. Eye twitching, pacing, Unrealistic thinking. It was all Kamijou could do to keep his sanity also.
Walking down the hall he scanned the room as he entered the lobby. A girl in camo caught his attention. He smiled warmly and walked over to her. Figuring he hasn't seen her face around before, she was most likely the new girl.
Approaching the girl, he watched her expression. It wasn't nervous or anxiety she showed, more like excited and curious. With a hint of something else he couldn't quite name.
"Hi, I'm Kamijou. I'll be showing you around and giving you information on everything." He looked down at the clipboard he had in his hands and back up at the girl. "Bea, right?"
Kamijou kept his eyes on his paperwork. "Yeah? Tell her I'll be their in a minute." He continued jotting down words. "Whats her name?"
"Bea or something. Hey, I gotta go, Kaleo's is causing some kind of havoc again." He said then sprinted out the door.
Kamijou scribbled down one more thing then stood up. Not Kaleo's again, he thought to himself as he headed out the door.
Kamijou has never really saw Kaleo's up close. Kamijou was usually in his office, doing paperwork and studying for the new medicines and whatnot. Not that he wanted to see her up close up anyway. He heard plenty though. Enough to keep him off her floor of the Asylum. He generally avoided those area's regardless anyway. Ever since the incident last year he kept his distance with the patients. But some times he couldn't avoid it. With diagnoses and such, he had to observe them in person for symptons. Eye twitching, pacing, Unrealistic thinking. It was all Kamijou could do to keep his sanity also.
Walking down the hall he scanned the room as he entered the lobby. A girl in camo caught his attention. He smiled warmly and walked over to her. Figuring he hasn't seen her face around before, she was most likely the new girl.
Approaching the girl, he watched her expression. It wasn't nervous or anxiety she showed, more like excited and curious. With a hint of something else he couldn't quite name.
"Hi, I'm Kamijou. I'll be showing you around and giving you information on everything." He looked down at the clipboard he had in his hands and back up at the girl. "Bea, right?"
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Cyrus laid on his cot, staring up at the ceiling. He had arrived two day ago, and was quite enjoying his new home. A delightful change of pace, far away from that boring old hospital in Georgia. The only issue he had with this place was he had yet to receive his record player. Fish had been told by a guard that it was on its way, along with his collection of old vinyls. He didn't ask for much and behaved when people deserved it. All he needed was his books, his music and the occasional steak, cooked extra rare. He could hear yelling outside his room. Probably on of the other inmates playing nice with a nurse. He liked to play too, but Fish knew there was a time and place for everything... And now, it was time for entertainment. He began humming the first few bars of his favorites by The Ink Spots.
"Maybe, you'll think of me... When you are all alone" Fish sang, sitting up and looking to the door.
There was a guard outside, he had an audience. He strolled over, dancing a bit, continuing to serenade the brute in uniform.
"Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue. Then what will you do?" Cyrus sang quietly, almost alluringly.
The guard outside the door turned, glancing in at the new patient.
"What?" He asked, confused by the strange man.
Fish gently placed his face to the small opening, smiling as he began to speak the words of his song.
"Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near" He said slowly, tracing the opening with his finger.
"Look, just keep quiet" The man said sternly.
"Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again" Fish continued in a taunting tone.
The guard moved closer to the door, his hot breath hitting Fish in the face as he spoke.
"Look freakboy, I told you to keep quiet! Don't make me come in there!" He warned.
Cyrus smiled widely.
"A visitor!? Oh boy! You promise?" He asked excitedly.
The guard didn't speak, but gave him a look to let him know he meant it. Cyrus was overjoyed.
"And maybe... I'll say..." He sang slowly, his smile growing. "Maybe" He finished, holding the last note for a few seconds.
The guard banged his nightstick against the steel door.
"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at Fish.
Cyrus gasped sarcastically, backing away from the door.
"Well! I was trying to be nice! Trying to get to know you so it wouldn't be so awkward!" Fish exclaimed, grinning again. "You probably don't know anything about me" He said meekly. "Which is a shame... Because I'm very knowledgeable when it comes to you" He explained to the man.
The guard smirked, expecting the normal inmate insults.
"Oh yeah? What do you know about me?" He asked, humoring Fish.
"Well... Nothing about you really" He admitted, frowning.
The guard seemed very pleased with himself.
"See! You're just full of shit! Just like the others!" He called through the door.
Fish leaned against the door, looking down at the floor.
"Yeah, nothing about you... Just your address" He whispered.
"What?" The guard questioned, a bit unnerved.
"That's all I know about you... But your daughter... Kate? I know her. I know all about her" Fish explained.
The guard was shocked. How did he know her name?
"I know that she doesn't get to see her Daddy very much because he's always working. She just stays at home with her Mommy all alone... All day and night... At 1872, Parkwood Hills Drive" He said, looking up at him. "That's pretty close to here, isn't it?" He asked the guard, who stood silently.
Cyrus chuckled a bit.
"They really shouldn't leave personal files laying around... Inmates might find them fun to read... Fun to study" He whispered.
Fish leaned closer to the opening.
"Do you know why I'm here?" He questioned.
The guard tried to speak, but couldn't. Fish continued.
"Because I have a taste for young... Succulent... Flesh" He said slowly. "Now, I want you to go find me a record player and if you give me a problem again... I'll pay little Kate and your wife Martha a visit... And they won't be so lonely anymore" Fish whispered through his teeth.
The guard stood silent, shaking a little.
"Now fuck off" Fish said backing away.
The guard began to move.
"Oh! And Nelson?" Fish called quickly, stopping the guard who was surprised he knew his name as well. "If you ever run that filthy mouth off at me again... I'll cut your fucking dick off, stick it in your mouth and tape it shut" Fish said with a smile.
The guard nodded and fled quickly, leaving Fish's sight. He sighed.
"Why can't people be nice like me?" He asked himself, laughing and returning to his bed, where he hummed the remained of his song.
"Maybe, you'll think of me... When you are all alone" Fish sang, sitting up and looking to the door.
There was a guard outside, he had an audience. He strolled over, dancing a bit, continuing to serenade the brute in uniform.
"Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue. Then what will you do?" Cyrus sang quietly, almost alluringly.
The guard outside the door turned, glancing in at the new patient.
"What?" He asked, confused by the strange man.
Fish gently placed his face to the small opening, smiling as he began to speak the words of his song.
"Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near" He said slowly, tracing the opening with his finger.
"Look, just keep quiet" The man said sternly.
"Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again" Fish continued in a taunting tone.
The guard moved closer to the door, his hot breath hitting Fish in the face as he spoke.
"Look freakboy, I told you to keep quiet! Don't make me come in there!" He warned.
Cyrus smiled widely.
"A visitor!? Oh boy! You promise?" He asked excitedly.
The guard didn't speak, but gave him a look to let him know he meant it. Cyrus was overjoyed.
"And maybe... I'll say..." He sang slowly, his smile growing. "Maybe" He finished, holding the last note for a few seconds.
The guard banged his nightstick against the steel door.
"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at Fish.
Cyrus gasped sarcastically, backing away from the door.
"Well! I was trying to be nice! Trying to get to know you so it wouldn't be so awkward!" Fish exclaimed, grinning again. "You probably don't know anything about me" He said meekly. "Which is a shame... Because I'm very knowledgeable when it comes to you" He explained to the man.
The guard smirked, expecting the normal inmate insults.
"Oh yeah? What do you know about me?" He asked, humoring Fish.
"Well... Nothing about you really" He admitted, frowning.
The guard seemed very pleased with himself.
"See! You're just full of shit! Just like the others!" He called through the door.
Fish leaned against the door, looking down at the floor.
"Yeah, nothing about you... Just your address" He whispered.
"What?" The guard questioned, a bit unnerved.
"That's all I know about you... But your daughter... Kate? I know her. I know all about her" Fish explained.
The guard was shocked. How did he know her name?
"I know that she doesn't get to see her Daddy very much because he's always working. She just stays at home with her Mommy all alone... All day and night... At 1872, Parkwood Hills Drive" He said, looking up at him. "That's pretty close to here, isn't it?" He asked the guard, who stood silently.
Cyrus chuckled a bit.
"They really shouldn't leave personal files laying around... Inmates might find them fun to read... Fun to study" He whispered.
Fish leaned closer to the opening.
"Do you know why I'm here?" He questioned.
The guard tried to speak, but couldn't. Fish continued.
"Because I have a taste for young... Succulent... Flesh" He said slowly. "Now, I want you to go find me a record player and if you give me a problem again... I'll pay little Kate and your wife Martha a visit... And they won't be so lonely anymore" Fish whispered through his teeth.
The guard stood silent, shaking a little.
"Now fuck off" Fish said backing away.
The guard began to move.
"Oh! And Nelson?" Fish called quickly, stopping the guard who was surprised he knew his name as well. "If you ever run that filthy mouth off at me again... I'll cut your fucking dick off, stick it in your mouth and tape it shut" Fish said with a smile.
The guard nodded and fled quickly, leaving Fish's sight. He sighed.
"Why can't people be nice like me?" He asked himself, laughing and returning to his bed, where he hummed the remained of his song.
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John put down his book and walked to the cell window he yelled out through it " Excuse me! What was that racket!" it had made him angry, and he knew if he was angry he would hurt someone, he didn't like hurting people not like that bad explosion in that office in the middle of the day, My boss is going to kill me I did not finish that report on ti... suddenly he was in the hospital looking at the teenage nurse who had just, probably unconciously, insulted him, he felt his anger twist and boil inside him till he grabbed her arm with his teet...then he was back in the asylum lying on the ground beside the torn up book at his table, which was now missing 2 legs "Looks like it's on it's last legs" he mumbled to himself , then burst out laughing while the guard simply watched him and thought about what he would say on today's report...
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Violet heard singing. Singing made her think of killing so she started to twitch. She threw everything around to help herself think of something else. Then she tried to fall asleep on her damaged cot but she failed at that too. She started to run around her cell when somebody started humming. She started to yell, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!" Violet gave up and laid back down on her cot. She fell asleep to the person's humming and dreamed of killing people to the song the person was singing. She smiled devilishly in her sleep.
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Fish listened to a young woman scream down the hall. She wanted him to stop singing. He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his head.
"Aw! She doesn't like my voice" He whined, making his way to the door. "Excuse me, other inmates!? When do we get let out of these FUCKING ROOMS!?" He called to anyone who would listen.
He was bored in his room. There were no books, no music, he couldn't hum because it didn't tickle some cunt's fancy at the end of the hall and he was hungry. His friend Nelson hadn't come back yet either. Probably went to call his wife and cry - What a fucking baby! Fish wasn't serious, he would have only eaten the daughter. MILFs tended to be stringy.
"Aw! She doesn't like my voice" He whined, making his way to the door. "Excuse me, other inmates!? When do we get let out of these FUCKING ROOMS!?" He called to anyone who would listen.
He was bored in his room. There were no books, no music, he couldn't hum because it didn't tickle some cunt's fancy at the end of the hall and he was hungry. His friend Nelson hadn't come back yet either. Probably went to call his wife and cry - What a fucking baby! Fish wasn't serious, he would have only eaten the daughter. MILFs tended to be stringy.
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Any small remenants of anxiety vanished not that this young man would notice through her collected expression. She was filled with warm and sometimes considered dangerous curiosity.
"Yes thats me" she replied with a polite smile.
"I heard something from below us, you have a basement? Is that were you keep the Patients?" She hesistated in her questions realising that he may not be a questions person, what kind of person was he... There was no point in learning the patients if you didnt understand your fellow staff.
Now she looked at him paying attention she was able to take into account that he looked interesting, just by his face she could see it, a history, something worth knowing. Unlike the receptionist she had a blunt,dull face and her mind was the exact same.
"Sorry i ask alot of questions" Bea murmured getting to her feet. Sitting down left her feeling even smaller than she actually was. On her feet she came up to his upper torso. Tilting her head back she gazed up at his face with a curious fatele that had caused her previous patients to go silent, it made (unknown to her) her look like the most beautiful, purest thing you'd ever laid eyes on. Her best expression and she was unconciously aiming it at Kamijou whilst searching him for hidden answers and flaws.
"Yes thats me" she replied with a polite smile.
"I heard something from below us, you have a basement? Is that were you keep the Patients?" She hesistated in her questions realising that he may not be a questions person, what kind of person was he... There was no point in learning the patients if you didnt understand your fellow staff.
Now she looked at him paying attention she was able to take into account that he looked interesting, just by his face she could see it, a history, something worth knowing. Unlike the receptionist she had a blunt,dull face and her mind was the exact same.
"Sorry i ask alot of questions" Bea murmured getting to her feet. Sitting down left her feeling even smaller than she actually was. On her feet she came up to his upper torso. Tilting her head back she gazed up at his face with a curious fatele that had caused her previous patients to go silent, it made (unknown to her) her look like the most beautiful, purest thing you'd ever laid eyes on. Her best expression and she was unconciously aiming it at Kamijou whilst searching him for hidden answers and flaws.
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Kaleos heard the conversation from one of the newbies and a guard. The newbie talked about the guards address. "I know Mr. Guards address too. I would love to become friends with Kate. But they will first let me out of here when I am 21. But why did they take my new friend?" "Thats because you are a necrophile who hugs her friends with the strength of a boa constrictor! You broke two of her ribs and her neck! She will be lucky if she doesnt have to be in a wheel chair the rest of her life!" The guard yelled at Kaleos. Kaleos eyes were watering giving the impression of a sad puppy and said: "Why are you so mean to me? I just want a friend but everyone takes my friends away." The guard wasnt fooled by her. He took out a copy of her record and read: "You killed 10 people including your foster family, you dismembered their corpses, you at your boyfriends arm, you raped your foster fathers corpse, there is even a suspicion of you raping your 11 year old brother before killing him. What do you have to say about that?" Kaleos still looked at him with her eyes watering and said: "I...I....I didnt kill anyone. I just wanted everyone to stay with me forever. I didnt do dirty things to my little brother." The guard thought it wasnt worth it and walked away. Kaleos then called to Fish: "I like your singing. Why are you in here? The guard just read what people say I did. Do you want to be my friend?" Acting nice and innocent became a habit after Kaleos was arrested. She could really talk normal if she wanted to and would only not kill a friend if he swore to be her friend and would never leave her alone for too long. Kaleos personality seemed to have changed but she didnt change her personality, she just stopped acting. "Did you see what I did to the nurse. She hurt me and abused me. That was my revenge. I will drive her into insanity." Kaleos said, her voice not being nearly as sweet as before and rather dark. "I heard your name was Fish. Why dont we become REAL friends? I wont hurt you I promise."
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Sam looked at the guard that sat next to him in the white bus. He couldn't move an inch and there was 5 guards in the bus
'' Let me go you american pigs'' Sam said on english with his german accent. The guards knew they wasn't allowed to talk to the inmate so they just kept quiet.
'' So witch prison are we going to?'' Sam said and smiled, he liked to ''travel'' meeting new people and enemies.
'' Dale-creek hill Asylume, This is where you're going to die'' The guard next to him answered with a develish smile. He hated this german guy. He had hurted some of his friends and the guard just waited for revenge. Sam just looked out of the window and sighed. He hoped that someday he could return to germany but that wasn't going to happend now. Die with a bunch of lunatics.
'' I don't like being chained'' Sam said and turned to the guard next to him. The guard didn't answer him but when Sam leaned closer the guard got up and sat down on the seat behind him.
'' Did i scare you? Good...'' Sam said and then started trying to get lose. The guards stung him with a needle and Sam past out.
When he woke up the bus had stopped on a courtyard. Sam was dragged out by the guards and pushed to the ground by the guards while one of the guards went in to tell the people that Samuel Hanz had arrived.
'' Let me go you american pigs'' Sam said on english with his german accent. The guards knew they wasn't allowed to talk to the inmate so they just kept quiet.
'' So witch prison are we going to?'' Sam said and smiled, he liked to ''travel'' meeting new people and enemies.
'' Dale-creek hill Asylume, This is where you're going to die'' The guard next to him answered with a develish smile. He hated this german guy. He had hurted some of his friends and the guard just waited for revenge. Sam just looked out of the window and sighed. He hoped that someday he could return to germany but that wasn't going to happend now. Die with a bunch of lunatics.
'' I don't like being chained'' Sam said and turned to the guard next to him. The guard didn't answer him but when Sam leaned closer the guard got up and sat down on the seat behind him.
'' Did i scare you? Good...'' Sam said and then started trying to get lose. The guards stung him with a needle and Sam past out.
When he woke up the bus had stopped on a courtyard. Sam was dragged out by the guards and pushed to the ground by the guards while one of the guards went in to tell the people that Samuel Hanz had arrived.
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Cyrus could hear the voice of a young girl call to him, so he listened carefully. She complimented him on his singing and asked to be friends nicely, then spoke in a low disturbing tone about injuring a nurse, only to return to the cute little voice she started with. Fish was interested.
"Yeah, I'm Fish. Cyrus Fish" He called to her in his soft, gentle voice. "I enjoy having friends... We can be friends" He said with a grin.
He glanced down at his hands and frowned. He always kept himself very neat, but his nails always had dirt under them. He began picking at it, continuing to chat with the sweet little thing down the hall.
"Don't worry about all that shit the guard was saying, I don't believe it. They lock us up cause they don't understand us" He explained. "You only hurt the nurse cause she hurt you first. Eye for an eye, I can respect that. As for the dismemberment and necrophilia, I don't care one way or another. That's your business, honey" Fish laughed, chewing at his thumb nail. "I'm here because I enjoy the company of others a bit too much... Never can seem to get close enough. I don't have many friends... They always want to eat and run, ya know?" He said sadly.
He walked over to the wall facing the direction the girl's voice was coming from and caressed the wall gently.
"So I figured, if they were inside my tummy, they'd be with me. If I kept their body in my bedroom, they'd be with me... If I covered my armchair in their flesh... They'd be with me... And then, I wasn't lonely anymore" Fish explained, lost in his own mind. "If you still wanna be friends, we can be... You just have to be there for me, young lady. I need a real friend, through thick and thin. It's a lot of work and I need you to understand that once we're pals... We're pals to the end" Fish called, placing his head against the wall.
Cyrus liked having someone to depend on, it helped make being in these place a lot easier. He had a friend in his last "home", but she didn't like him after a while, so he decided to make an example of her. Bastards caught him before he could stick her in the oven, which was the first let down. Then they moved him here, a new place with new people. Maybe this girl was different though? he didn't know her name, but she sounded sweet... Maybe she'd stick by him, not judge him for who he was... And if not, well... He didn't mind satisfying his sweet tooth.
"Whatdaya say? Friends?" He asked whimsically.
"Yeah, I'm Fish. Cyrus Fish" He called to her in his soft, gentle voice. "I enjoy having friends... We can be friends" He said with a grin.
He glanced down at his hands and frowned. He always kept himself very neat, but his nails always had dirt under them. He began picking at it, continuing to chat with the sweet little thing down the hall.
"Don't worry about all that shit the guard was saying, I don't believe it. They lock us up cause they don't understand us" He explained. "You only hurt the nurse cause she hurt you first. Eye for an eye, I can respect that. As for the dismemberment and necrophilia, I don't care one way or another. That's your business, honey" Fish laughed, chewing at his thumb nail. "I'm here because I enjoy the company of others a bit too much... Never can seem to get close enough. I don't have many friends... They always want to eat and run, ya know?" He said sadly.
He walked over to the wall facing the direction the girl's voice was coming from and caressed the wall gently.
"So I figured, if they were inside my tummy, they'd be with me. If I kept their body in my bedroom, they'd be with me... If I covered my armchair in their flesh... They'd be with me... And then, I wasn't lonely anymore" Fish explained, lost in his own mind. "If you still wanna be friends, we can be... You just have to be there for me, young lady. I need a real friend, through thick and thin. It's a lot of work and I need you to understand that once we're pals... We're pals to the end" Fish called, placing his head against the wall.
Cyrus liked having someone to depend on, it helped make being in these place a lot easier. He had a friend in his last "home", but she didn't like him after a while, so he decided to make an example of her. Bastards caught him before he could stick her in the oven, which was the first let down. Then they moved him here, a new place with new people. Maybe this girl was different though? he didn't know her name, but she sounded sweet... Maybe she'd stick by him, not judge him for who he was... And if not, well... He didn't mind satisfying his sweet tooth.
"Whatdaya say? Friends?" He asked whimsically.
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Kaleos liked the voice talking to her. He seemed different. Different from those who only said they were her friend without being honest. "Yes. Let us be friends, REAL friends. But you wouldnt turn a real friend into a meal or make her your furniture because you need someone to talk to you. I will stay with you forever if you promise the same. When I am out in 23 months, I will come for a visit every time I can. At least on a weekly basis. A friend needs to care for a friend." Kaleos said smiling on the other end of the wall. "I will be able to look upon you at lunchtime in the dining hall." Kaleos played with one of the tattoo-chokers on her neck. She was allowed to wear them since they would break if she actually tried to used them as weapons. Her voice changed again to the dark tone: "Friends who break promises will end up dead. A dead friend is better than a false friend."
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Fish laughed loudly, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Agreed! Better dead than fake!" He exclaimed. "I won't turn you into a mask, I promise. I won't go anywhere if you don't. If you're there for me, there will be no reason to hurt you... Kaleos, right? That's your name, yes?" Fish questioned, sitting against the wall.
"Agreed! Better dead than fake!" He exclaimed. "I won't turn you into a mask, I promise. I won't go anywhere if you don't. If you're there for me, there will be no reason to hurt you... Kaleos, right? That's your name, yes?" Fish questioned, sitting against the wall.
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Kamijou chuckled.
"It's alright. Ask as many questions as you like." He scribbled something down on the clipboard and looked down at her.
She was short and had black long hair and bangs that fell over her eyes. She reminded him of some kind of angel. An angel in camo.. Thats a new one.
He smiled. "Alright. So.. Lets see, I'll show you the basement first.. Then we'll work our way up the floors. " He bit his lip in anxiety.
He hated the basement. Even after working here or three years, he still hadn't gotten used to the manic laughtor and bloodcurdling screams at night. What bugged him the most was their eyes. The long stares they gave you as you walked past. The knowing look that gave you goosebumps all over. But he never showed his fear. He made sure he didn't. Cause once they know your afraid, they have you wrapped around their fingers. Somewhere you didn't want to be.
He turned and motioned for Bea to follow. Glancing back every now and then to make sure she was still behind him.
"But, uh, listen." He kept his eyes on his clipboard as he made his way down the hall and down the stairs, pretending to be busy with jotting down things.
"Don't get too close to the cells, alright? And just ignore what they say." He let his dark red hair fall in wisps over his eyes and he brushed them back.
"It might sound funny but they can get to you. Get in your head and make you believe all kinds of ridiculious things. " He realized his tone was a little too serious. Changing his expression he added, "Nothing to worry about though. I'll be with you the entire time."
As they approached a large door, he pressed a few buttons on a small box and it swung open. Revealing cells and guards scattered everywhere.
"Here we are."
"It's alright. Ask as many questions as you like." He scribbled something down on the clipboard and looked down at her.
She was short and had black long hair and bangs that fell over her eyes. She reminded him of some kind of angel. An angel in camo.. Thats a new one.
He smiled. "Alright. So.. Lets see, I'll show you the basement first.. Then we'll work our way up the floors. " He bit his lip in anxiety.
He hated the basement. Even after working here or three years, he still hadn't gotten used to the manic laughtor and bloodcurdling screams at night. What bugged him the most was their eyes. The long stares they gave you as you walked past. The knowing look that gave you goosebumps all over. But he never showed his fear. He made sure he didn't. Cause once they know your afraid, they have you wrapped around their fingers. Somewhere you didn't want to be.
He turned and motioned for Bea to follow. Glancing back every now and then to make sure she was still behind him.
"But, uh, listen." He kept his eyes on his clipboard as he made his way down the hall and down the stairs, pretending to be busy with jotting down things.
"Don't get too close to the cells, alright? And just ignore what they say." He let his dark red hair fall in wisps over his eyes and he brushed them back.
"It might sound funny but they can get to you. Get in your head and make you believe all kinds of ridiculious things. " He realized his tone was a little too serious. Changing his expression he added, "Nothing to worry about though. I'll be with you the entire time."
As they approached a large door, he pressed a few buttons on a small box and it swung open. Revealing cells and guards scattered everywhere.
"Here we are."
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Kaleos nodded although Fish couldnt see her. "Yes my name is Kaleos." She said in her sweet voice. Then a guard came: "Hey! What are you talking about!?" Kaleos gave him a look that the guard hadnt seen before. A look over than smiling or sobbing. The sharpness of the look said: "If you dont shut up or leave me alone, I will kill you next." The guard backed off but then came back with his baton. He came into Kaleos' cell. "W...What are you going to do?" Kaleos said with the sweet voice but acted some fear into the voice. The guard started to beat her in the stomach with the baton and said: "You cant harm me! You aint as strong as you think!" "Stop it! It hurts. Please stop! I dont want to be hurt anymore!" Kaleos cried. She could act it very good. It actually didnt really hurt. No one would come because the door behind the guard was shut. The crying of Kaleos turned into a psychotic laughter. "It doesnt hurt you weakling." She said. The guard froze in shock. That gave Kaleos a chance to get up and headbutt him. The guard tipped back and hit the sharp door handle with the back of his bald head. Then the guard slid down the door smearing blood all over it. Kaleos knocked a box of crayons over to make it look like an accident. Crayons were soft enough to not injure a person, even with brute force. "Help. Mr. Guard fell and isnt waking up!" Kaleos called through the door. Someone rushed in to see what was going on and noticed the dead guard and also noticed it might have been an accident since Kaleos wore a straightjacket and crayons were on the floor. "Explain to me what happened." The person said. Then Kaleos answered with a shaky and scared voice: "I didnt do anything and Mr. Guard came in and began to hurt me with his black stick. When he turned around he slipped on the blue crayon and fell against the door. Will he be okay?" After checking for a pulse, the person turned around and said: "He's dead." Kaleos began to cry with actual tears.
As soon as everything was cleaned up and she was freed of her straightjacket, she stopped crying and said to Fish with the dark somewhat psychotic voice: "I guess Nelson wont be coming home tonight. His wife and Kate will be seeing him again in a coffin at the cemetary. He should have just minded his own business." Kaleos then called out and asked for paper so that she could write a get well card for the nurse. She was handed a paper which she folded in half. She drew on it and decorated it suitable for her acted mental age. She then wrote "Get well Miss Nurse. Please come back. I am waiting for you. From Kaleos". The card looked like it was made by a naive 12 year old. The real Kaleos who didnt act naive and innocent was actually very mature and only acted like an innocent child for empathy. The substitute nurse then faxed the card to the hospital where the other nurse was taken.
As soon as everything was cleaned up and she was freed of her straightjacket, she stopped crying and said to Fish with the dark somewhat psychotic voice: "I guess Nelson wont be coming home tonight. His wife and Kate will be seeing him again in a coffin at the cemetary. He should have just minded his own business." Kaleos then called out and asked for paper so that she could write a get well card for the nurse. She was handed a paper which she folded in half. She drew on it and decorated it suitable for her acted mental age. She then wrote "Get well Miss Nurse. Please come back. I am waiting for you. From Kaleos". The card looked like it was made by a naive 12 year old. The real Kaleos who didnt act naive and innocent was actually very mature and only acted like an innocent child for empathy. The substitute nurse then faxed the card to the hospital where the other nurse was taken.
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Fish listened to Kaleos scream for help. What was that guy doing to her? When the noise stopped, he could hear that the guard had been killed and waited until she spoke again, telling him Nelson was dead. He giggled to himself. She was absolutely delicious, and not in a tasty way either. He admired the silly little girl with the sweet voice.
"Oh my! They'll probably be so lonely!" Fish said, upon hearing her talk about his wife and child. "I'll have to send them a fruit basket" He joked.
He rambled over to the door, pressing his eye up to the slot.
"Hey Kay! When do we get to eat? I'm going batshit crazy in this god damn room!" He called to her.
"Oh my! They'll probably be so lonely!" Fish said, upon hearing her talk about his wife and child. "I'll have to send them a fruit basket" He joked.
He rambled over to the door, pressing his eye up to the slot.
"Hey Kay! When do we get to eat? I'm going batshit crazy in this god damn room!" He called to her.
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Bea nodded to Kamijou but as they stood at the door two security guards shuffled past with a limp body in hand bloodied and unresponsive.
She closed her eyes and gave herself a moment to think. This asylum obviously wasnt anything for the faint hearted or like anything she'd experienced before but she wasnt concerned about that. The amount of danger and seriousness Kamijou had shead about the patients made her curiosity heighten to a maddening extent however- she felt cool and collected. That guard was what she couldnt be...fooled. She knew how these patients worked- it was her job and before long she'd have their signitures ( unique behavior) down to a scratch.
Following Kamijou into the line of cells she peered into each inquisitively checking to see if he was near her still.
It hadnt crossed her mind before but thinking now.. she shouldnt of worn this dress.. it wasnt what she'd call revealing but it would be enough for anyone that fantasized in that manor.. if their were any paedophiles or sexually charged criminals in here.. she would have already got off on the wrong foot with them but making her seem like a possible victim.. not so much an authoritizing character.
It made her more desperate to get her hands on their files that seemed for the moment like precious gold. Peering into the closest cell her eyes widened in facination.
She closed her eyes and gave herself a moment to think. This asylum obviously wasnt anything for the faint hearted or like anything she'd experienced before but she wasnt concerned about that. The amount of danger and seriousness Kamijou had shead about the patients made her curiosity heighten to a maddening extent however- she felt cool and collected. That guard was what she couldnt be...fooled. She knew how these patients worked- it was her job and before long she'd have their signitures ( unique behavior) down to a scratch.
Following Kamijou into the line of cells she peered into each inquisitively checking to see if he was near her still.
It hadnt crossed her mind before but thinking now.. she shouldnt of worn this dress.. it wasnt what she'd call revealing but it would be enough for anyone that fantasized in that manor.. if their were any paedophiles or sexually charged criminals in here.. she would have already got off on the wrong foot with them but making her seem like a possible victim.. not so much an authoritizing character.
It made her more desperate to get her hands on their files that seemed for the moment like precious gold. Peering into the closest cell her eyes widened in facination.
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Inmate- He was a hard worker. Till his office was blown to the ground. After that he seemed normal but lurking behind that laid back, easy going face was somthing sinister, after being found guitly of some horrendous crimes in the area he was sent here.
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Hello little puppets....
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Knife and a sledgehammer, this was the equipment of Samuel Hanz.
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None of us are saints, people like me are everywhere... And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
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Kaleos is seems unlikely to be someone bad but she is.
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Hello little puppets....
Samuel Hanz
Knife and a sledgehammer, this was the equipment of Samuel Hanz.
John Scott
Inmate- He was a hard worker. Till his office was blown to the ground. After that he seemed normal but lurking behind that laid back, easy going face was somthing sinister, after being found guitly of some horrendous crimes in the area he was sent here.
Kaleos Thamano
Kaleos is seems unlikely to be someone bad but she is.
Bea hainsly
New employee- entranced by the idea of the asylume
Cyrus Fish
None of us are saints, people like me are everywhere... And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
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Hello little puppets....
John Scott
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Kaleos Thamano
Kaleos is seems unlikely to be someone bad but she is.
Cyrus Fish
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Samuel Hanz
Knife and a sledgehammer, this was the equipment of Samuel Hanz.
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