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Dark Passenger

Pleasantville Asylum Ruins

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a part of Dark Passenger, by Crooked Thoughts.

Formerly a pristine facility of high quality, now lay in ruins, an empty shell of what it once was.

Crooked Thoughts holds sovereignty over Pleasantville Asylum Ruins, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Present 2013: Pleasantville Asylum - Mount Pleasant, New York
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Formerly a pristine facility of high quality, now lay in ruins, an empty shell of what it once was. A natural disaster saw to the buildings destruction as rock broken away from the mountain above it fell. However, its interior remains untouched from the day of its accident. One could get the sense they are walking through history as the place is a relatively perfectly preserved scene. Many died and even more were injured, some say you can hear their screams as you walk through its ghostly corridors.
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Pleasantville Asylum Ruins

Formerly a pristine facility of high quality, now lay in ruins, an empty shell of what it once was.

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Pleasantville Asylum Ruins is a part of A World of Darkness.

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2 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Murtagh MacCaddoch Character Portrait: Cheshire
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Book 1: Darkness Rising - Chapter 1: Rarely, They Meet

Tip-tap-tip-tap-tip-tap-tip-tap went the sound of dancing rain drops, followed by the subtle crackle of lightning, and then the sudden boom of thunder... all the while the wind howled, steadily keeping the tempo. This medley was nature's orchestra, but Cheshire was not a fan of classical music. To him, the insistent instrumental was little more than a conglomerate of boisterous sounds that failed to soothe or relax. No; instead it annoyed and enraged, leaving him only one option. Flee the dryness of his van -- whose interior only boosted acoustics -- and find insulation from noise and moisture elsewhere. A solution to which he sought in the asylum ruins just in front of him, where he hoped its large encompassing walls would muffle the storm's cacophony. Cheshire huffed angrily as he realized the irony in the situation: the relentless pitter-pattering driving him insane, forcing him to seek comforting silence in a mental hospital... Irony was life's version of humor and he hated being the center of a joke.

The van door slammed shut behind him, signaling the start of his journey. It also alerted his ever-quiet partner, Alice, that it was time to leave. She took heed of Cheshire's message and was soon following in his foot-steps. Both of them walked without any protection from the rainfall. Consequently, its torrential descent managed to soak them quite thoroughly despite their short walk. Once inside, they did nothing to dry themselves, what they did do was stop to take in their surroundings. It had been seven years since Cheshire was here, yet in spite of the light's absence, he could see that everything was the same. Nothing had changed, the exception being the new smell of dust and mildew to replace the old scent of depression and hopelessness. It seemed the Fraternity didn't bother taking anything, nor did they care to clean up, as evident by the remaining police tape and the lack of boarded windows. The entire place was a near-perfect replica of the day he escaped, which lead to the building's partial destruction. He marveled at what he had a hand in before continuing with the journey.

Cheshire took point as he and Alice maneuvered aimlessly through the halls. He whistled no particular tune as he walked its purpose to drown out any other sounds. The joint sound of wet steps and whistling echoed throughout the empty expanses of the building. Meanwhile, his mind was busy trying to remember what it was that brought him here. After-all, Mount Pleasant was more than five-hundred miles in the wrong direction. The missing information was found after he recalled Alice saying this place was symbolic, representing the last time the Cabal was together and what they're capable of when united against the same obstacles. Nonetheless, Cheshire disliked asking for help. He had done his job for years without the other's assistance, he failed to see cause in changing that now. Alice insisted however and therefore developed a plan, pointing out that it didn't matter how they got it, as long as they got it. And now, here they were... Cheshire stood with a nonchalant slant, hands resting in his pockets as he surveyed the recently entered area. They had made their way to the foyer, a crossroads of sorts within the asylum. The room was circular in design with a fractured statue of its founder in the center-most point. The damage came from the ceiling collapsing on it, leaving a large gaping hole in its place. Shining bright and steady, the moon's serene light cascading through, illuminating everything it touched. Apparently the rain had stopped, but the wind was still blowing as it delivered a familiar scent to Cheshire.

"The shadows betray you, Mr. MacCaddoch... Besides, I smelled you a long time ago. You reek of fear." Cheshire was partly telling the truth. What his nose detected was not the stench of fear, but a faint trace of blood. Likely a cut received from a broken shard of glass or a shaving mistake still fresh. "Your scaring Alice, so show yourself or be dragged out." He paused briefly as a smile spread across his face. "But please, allow me to do the latter?"


Murtagh MacCaddochFriday Dec 11 2013 08:06:34

"Damn it, I wasn't trying to hide myself." Murtagh lied back toward the familiar voice, scowling at the cut he received earlier when snooping around. Murtagh never forgot a acquainted face, just in case he needed to remember and recognize somebody that wanted to come after him. Cheshire was one that he would always remember even if Murtagh wanted to forget him. Stepping out from behind the statue, he noticed that the silent girl that followed Chesire like a duckling was still with him. No other person would follow a person so disconcerting.

"What the hell is all this about, Chesire? I came early to see if this was a trap and I'm met with two faces I'd rather not see for the rest of my life. You called for an important meeting, scaring the shit out of me by contacting me out of the blue to talk to me. I'm here. What do you want?" Murtagh only wanted answers. If this wasn't damn good, he had half a mind to just leave and ignore all contact from him from there on out. He wasn't armed, and was dressed in simple nondescript clothes. However, he did carry with him a cheap switchblade he bought down at a flea market ages ago in case things got hairy.


Cheshire & AliceFriday Dec 11 2013 08:06:34

"There." Cheshire pointed to a particularly well-lit wall. "Start there Alice." Nodding in agreement, Alice removed her backpack to take out a couple of cans of spray paint. She then moved to where she was directed and began working.

Cheshire watched her work, staring absently as the concrete absorbed the colors. It wasn't long before a blanket of silence fell over the three of them, only broken by the random intervals of hissing canisters. This was only a brief event however, ended by the sound of Cheshire's footsteps as he approached his former blood brother. He took the long way around the statue, leisurely walking and fumbling in his pockets as he did so. It wasn't until he was halfway around that his labor produced fruit in the form of a dagger. The weapon was held in his right hand and remained there as he ran the same hand through his hair, effectively using the rainwater to slick his hair down.

"Is that so? Well, I didn't realize there was something wrong with my face!? I guess I'll just have Good Ol'Stabby here make you my twin!" Cheshire exclaimed angrily, as he wildly brandished his blade merely inches away from Murtagh's face. "Nah... I'm just poking fun at ya, MacCaddoch." He laughed as he mocked stabbing motions before casually walking away. "But seriously, that hurts my feelings, you know? I mean, a guy goes out of his way to free you and what not. And in return, you ditch me and everyone else, without so much as thank you or see ya later. Now, here you are, all bent outta shape and shit, cause I wanted to talk? You're even so callous as to accuse me of setting you up..." At this time, Cheshire was constantly pacing back and forth. He was becoming very animated, arm and hands flailing about as he spoke in a high-pitched whisper. He kept this up until he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Murtagh.

"You wouldn't be trying to take advantage of my kindness, would you?" Cheshire asked as he cocked his head. "I think you owe me MacCaddoch, and its time I collect. So, it's with sincere interest of your health in mind, that I recommend you hang around for our little reunion. Once everyone has arrived, then and only then, will I divulge the details behind this merry meeting."


Murtagh MacCaddochFriday Dec 11 2013 08:06:34

"Don't twist your words like that." snapped Murtagh, taking a couple steps away from Cheshire hurriedly. "You wanted out as much as I did. I only followed you out when the time came." Murtagh paused and eyed the half-done spray-painting suspiciously before continuing. "This better be good, Cheshire. I'll stay, but only for old time's sake. If I find out that this is some dumb prank only you could have come up with, I'll be gone before you can say 'Just kidding'." Murtagh said in a low voice. Sticking a hand into his pocket, he patted the switchblade for some semblance of comfort.

If he was forced to escape, he would have to rethink how he would hide so Cheshire couldn't find him. He would have thought breaking contact immediately after escape would have been enough for them not to make the effort. Apparently there as something urgent enough for him to make it so.


Cheshire & AliceFriday Dec 11 2013 08:06:34

Cheshire grinned in response to Murtagh's compliance. His alleged reason for staying was due to their history, but Cheshire was willing to bet his insinuations proved persuasive and at the very least, he managed to intimidate Murtagh. To an outsider, it might've looked like the latter was his intended goal. But, they would be wrong in this assumption. Despite being a coward, Murtagh is paranoid, cautious, and has plenty of time on his hands. Pair that with his willingness to do whatever it takes to survive, and the so called coward is just as dangerous as any ax-wielding maniac, even more so since you won't see him coming. For that reason, Cheshire will never underestimate or force his hand, as it could lead to a knife sunk deep in his back. Besides, he would never hurt any of his fellow cabalites, or... it would actually be more accurate to say he wouldn't kill anyone in his Cabal. Because Cheshire wouldn't have hesitated to slice Murtagh's tendons if it meant making him stay. It wasn't an empty threat or lie when he said he had his health in interest. Luckily, violence wasn't necessary, so he pocketed his weapon and recomposed himself before settling down on the floor. There was at least several hours between now and when the others were told to arrive. Such an extensive gap was implemented to ensure Alice had enough time to paint, imagery was key in conveying the severity of their impending doom. Until she was done and everyone was here, he had time to reflect, sleep, or anything else he came up with to pass the time; he choose to reflect. Being in this place brought so many memories to the surface, that he couldn't help focusing on the day he escaped...