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Dorian Frumley

"Heh. What's good?"

0 · 311 views · located in Dofrey Asylum, Canada

a character in “Dofrey Asylum: Handed Over”, as played by kelsiikhaos

Description

When I Was Born I Was Named~Dorian Ash Frumley.
Nickname~Ash.
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Ethnicity~Australian.
Birthday~December 17th.
Age~19.
Room Number~12.
What I See In The Mirror~-Normal attire; He likes jeans and button up shirts. He has his ears pierced twice and a few tattoos.
-Body; 6'5, 178 lbs. Lightly tanned. Quite fit.
-Hair; Long, blonde hair.
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-Tattoos;ImageOn his chest.
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Skills/Powers~Can produce acid from his mouth and has telekinesis. He also is a talented painter and is a fast swimmer and can also hold his breath for a long time.
Disorder~Schizophrenia.
Species~Dragon demon. He can change into a dragon.
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Phobias/Fears~Absolutely terrified of fire.
Bad Habits~He has the habit to snap the fingers on both hands and then slapping his palm against his fist he also has the tandency to nibble on his nails.
Good Qualities~He is quite the charmer and he has a breath-taking smile. He gets along with almost everyone unless they get under his skin in some way. He is quick witted and is very good at persuading people to do what he pleases.
Bad Qualities~He is full of himself and looks at women likes items for the most part. A pretty face is his weakness.
Sexual Background~Straight.
Likes~Women, sleeping in, painting, swimming.
Dislikes~Girls with attitudes, girls who wear to much makeup, rap music.

So begins...

Dorian Frumley's Story

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Baby traced the tattoo on her left hand, going over the symbol with her pointer finger numerous times. The ink was faded and it was a pale black color now, as most of her tattoos were. She breathed out slowly, her eyes on the floor.
A bitter gust of wind wrapped around her and she shivered into her hoodie, pulling the hood up over her head and cramming herself farther into the corner. She despised using the bed, she rarely slept anyway. But when she did, she preferred the cold ground. She wanted nothing to do with the people that held her hostage here.
Her arms tightened around the small toy in her possession. It was the only thing she had left from her childhood. It helped her keep her sanity sometimes. Baby stroked Charlie's head and sighed again, standing up to full height to see out the window. The sun was beginning to peak into the room and she was glad to be rid of the blackness that had swallowed her cell.
With a wave of her hand, the small fire that in the corner that had kept the room illuminated was extinguished and went up in a flume of smoke where it escaped out the cracked window.
The sun creeped to devour the room fully and there was a sturdy knock at the door. "Open up." Came a gruff voice from the other side.
Baby stared until she heard the rattling of keys. She had no idea why he said for her to open the door, when they were the ones that locked it from the outside in the first place.
A middle-aged man with dark hair and large biceps intruded and replaced the keyring to his belt and his eyes met her green ones.
"Hey pretty girl." He cooed. He was obviously new. Most of the guards and nurses knew that Baby was a monster behind her looks.
Her eyes slid up from under her lids to glare at him as he closed the door behind himself and pulled out an orange bottle of pills and opened the top. He retrieved a clear, small cup that they always delivered the medicine in and dropped two of the capsules into the container and handed her the cup.
She didn't move and he pushed them closer to her in encouragement for her to take them from his hand. "No." She practically growled. It seemed like they always had to force her to take her meds.
The guard laughed heartily as if he thought she were joking. "Cute, now kitten, take your drugs so I can continue to the next room. I don't have all day and-" "I fucking said no."
She backed into the opposite corner. Not to get away from the human, but to distance herself. To get prepared. It had been some time since she had last taken her pills and she should be able to shift. She hated taking the pills, they made her different. They stopped her paranoia and she looked at that disorder as a helper. She liked being on edge about others and she loved being a wolf. She didn't want those capsules.
Her skin ripped and out of the cuts grew thick, course hair. Her body began to morph, her finger nails extending and sharpening as her nose also elongated and changed into a muzzle while her teeth also grew to massive size. A tail sprouted between her now canine legs and she stood up on her haunches and glared at the man with now yellowed eyes. Her breathing was heavier and she could feel the strength that coursed through her enormous body.
Her head rolled back on her neck and she let out a long and horrifying howl before she leaped into the standing enemy.

. . . . .

Dorian sat in the back of a van. He was shackled to the wall on the inside of a thick, barred, steel cage. No matter how much he tried, his powers would not work. The humans had given him something to restrain them. He couldn't even change into a dragon and he was getting pissed.
He shoved up against the wall again, the sound echoing on the inside and making his ears ring.
He hissed, his sharp teeth exposed and his tongue falling out of his mouth. It was a rather frightening face full of malice. He slammed his fist against the ceiling but he was only gaining numerous bruises over his body. They had taken his shirt and his lean figure was covered in several tiny holes. The doctors had stuck him with different colored liquids that kept him from doing anything supernatural. He figured that they must do this to every person going wherever he was headed to.
Suddenly a ray of light pierced into the cage, the doors creaking open until he was covered in sunlight.
He growled and held his tongue, but his lips were curled up and showing his bared fang filled mouth. He was captured by the neck with a noose that had a rod on the end that people usually used to catch dogs with. Now he was really angry.
He squirmed and struggled against the force but soon he was dragged against his own will. He was practically being tugged inside and was practically limp besides his legs after a while of trying so hard.
He was thrown into a cell with a neat bed and an elegant lamp above it. He struggled, focusing hard on getting it to move, but his telekinesis was still being harbored.
He growled again and jumped onto the bed, slamming his hand into the light fixture and throwing it to the ground. It skittered across the floor, popping and busting the bulbs and glass. He jumped off of the bed, his boots crunching against the breaking glass under his feet as he went to sit on his bed.
He threw himself back against the surprisingly comfortable mattress and adjusted himself to a more suitable position.
His door suddenly unlatched itself and a random woman came in dressed in complete white and a neat cap on her cliche nurse haircut.
Dorian sat up and chuckled to himself. She was pushing a cart assorted with numerous doctors equipment, pill bottles and papers with unreadable paragraphs to fill out.
He raised a curious brow but shrugged it off and watched her intently as she handed him a clear small cup with a couple of pills inside of it. They had already drugged him, so what would it do?
He threw them in the back of his throat and swallowed them without needing anything to wash them down. The nurse nodded and smiled then left just as quick as she had come into the room.
He tilted his head, staring at the place that the nurse had just stood. He was so curious about this place. He wanted to find out more about it.

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Teeth met flesh and blood splattered against the opposite wall as Baby managed to pin the new gaurd to the ground, her muzzle at his abdomen where her fangs dug into the newly given wound she had inflicted.
She glanced up to see another male being shoved inside of his cell, numbered fourteen. Her amber orbs focused on the dark haired boy that she had caught a glimpse of before her gaze on him was interrupted by the gaurd who had been holding him. Michael. He had been the one to bring her in as well and he was not a kindly fellow.
Her lips trembled from anger over her shaking jaw, a growl releasing from the bowels of her throat that was sure to give anyone the chills.
"Calm down, baby girl. It's me..." Her eyes darted to where he hid his hand behind his back, fumbling with something on his belt and she was not about to wait and see what it was.
A massive paw raised and Baby smirked watching the gaurd collapse under her own brute strength. Although she did not have much time to celebrate afterwards as both sides of the hall began to overflow with armed men in full suits. What was this? The Matrix? The girl scoffed before whipping her head to one side and barreling into the nearest clutter of bystanders just barely missing Medusa.
She got to her paws in an instant, the two female creature's eyes holding before she was taken hold of.
Eventually they had injected the beast with enough vile's of sedatives that the wolf's eyelids were getting heavier. Her head became too heavy for her and the monster collapsed, her hazy vision looking towards the blinding lights above her before she was surrounded and there were too many voices to find one and make out what they planned to do to her.........
An overhead light brought her back to life yet she kept her eyes shut tight while it dissappeared behind her and another light came over her. Now she could tell that she was being rolled. This got her attention and she shot up, blonde hair flying in every direction. She could only move her head, though. The rest of her body held down by chains. The table she was on was much larger then she was now and it was obvious that they had been harness her when she had been a werewolf.
Perception of where she was heading and what had been going on was being lost again and she passed out again.

. . . . .

Dorian hurried to his door to look out the small window that was the only range of view of the hallway. A black werewolf was busily ripping up one of the gaurds. His eyebrows raised when she pulled away to reveal a muzzle engulfed of crimson blood.
"Whoa." So he wasn't the only barbaric devil here. He turned around and ran a hand through his messy light locks.
He went back to the window quickly, both hands on either side. Too many men to count had surrounded the animal and had managed to place her on a table. He definitely did not want to figure out where she was going so he made a mental note to keep his behavior in check and not to do anything too irrational, however that might be difficult if Katherine returned to the surface. For now it seemed whatever antidote they had given him was keeping her at bay and he was thankful for that at least.
After everything had died down outside, Dorian found himself pacing back and forth between the two walls that he guessed he would be housed in for the next...How long? Months? Years? He was beginning to worry. This place didn't seem so bad. But what if he ended up like the she wolf outside? He shook his head, ridding himself of the horrid possibilities.
"Pull yourself together, man." He breathed.
A light tinkle pulled himself out of his thoughts and he turned to see a different gaurd opening up his cell door.
"Hungry?" He asked, slightly polite. Dorian eyed him before stepping closer, suddenly being aware that he could not remember the last time he had indulged anything of nutrition.
"Actually..." He began before the man pulled out a pair of cuffs.
"Whoa whoa, easy man...Don't you think it would be easier to just let me do the walking?" "Standard procedures. Unless you want to be dragged around again I suggest that you permit me to put these on.
The demon sighed and furrowed his brows as the metal tightened around his wrists and he was directioned away from his living quarters.
Everything was so white. The walls. The ceiling. The floors. Furniture. Doors. Everything. Except for a room in particular that he was led past that looked like it had been plucked from the cover of Better Homes. It was different then everything else here. Not so plain. It actually had colors. Not to mention a snack machine that was begging for Dorian to hit F7.
His bracelets were unlatched after they came upon double doors that reminded him of a hospital cafeteria. Fours tables were set out towards the corners a few paces from a large window with a line started behind it. Gaurds were chuckling and scrounging up their breakfasts, but he seemed to be the first of anyone that wasn't equipped with a weapon in here. He stood behind two men who were talking about the wolf he had seen this morning.
"Yeah, that bitch should be having some fun now." One laughed.
"Oh, I heard about that. Getting the old shocker, huh?" The other joked along. For some reason this made Dorian shudder. He had no idea what they were talking about but he suddenly felt bad for the girl.
"She should have learned after the first few times, but I guess we keep sending in the wrong kinds of people to give her her meds."
"There's no worries now. She won't be needing any pills today after they're through with her in the lab." They picked up their trays and pushed out the doors, one of the men swiftly turning to lock the door behind him. This place sure was kept wound tightly. Now Dorian was just left with his thoughts and the piles of different assorted breakfast items that lie steaming before him.

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Chloe opened her eyes to a scream. She touched her face to see if she was dreaming, nope. Just like all the other dreams she wasn't normal, and never would be. She wondered how long she had been sleeping and rubbed her eyes. Getting up she stumbled to the door where she tried to look down the hall. Apparently someone else had the same idea because she saw her "neighbor" looking out his door too. Seeing someone else freaked her out and she ran back to the corner of her room. She stared at the ceiling again and calmed herself. She started drawing things on the ceiling with her finger when she noticed her finger was flashing between opaque and transparent. She grasped her finger with her other hand. She went to grasp her amulet but it was gone. She ran up to the door and banged on it a few times. "Please!"
After a minute the door was finally opened by a muscular man. She looked down and started to stutter. "I... um.. Need... My uh... Amulet..." she looked back to see his emotionless face still staring at her. She looked at her arm, Not invisible. Good. "Time to go, we'll get you your amulet." The man said grabbing her arm. Chloe didn't fight, she knew she would have no chance. She walked along passing other rooms and seeing some strange things or well people. She was walked down the plain hallway until she reached two doors, he opened them and she saw food. Rushing over to the table the guy let go of her. "Finally..." she mumbled grabbing a plate. She went through the line and noticed some other people in front of herself. She was too focused on food to say hi though. When she had gotten her food, she walked to the empty table in the corner. Sitting alone she felt comfortable, safe and even somewhat happy. She was about to take a bite of her apple when something hit her in the head. She looked up and saw the guard, who was laughing at her. She looked down to see the weapon of choice but it was her amulet. Slipping it around her neck she sighed. She didn't know if she had been translucent in line, especially because she knew she goes invisible when she's excited.

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Emily Sharie Romelin


Emily lay silent for a moment, not too pleased that she was left confined, and unable to see or speak. She knew by now that she had not been kidnapped, this had been completely intentional, but she had no idea as to why. She was not human, but it wasn't as if she went around as a fiery bird soaring in the sky causing commotion and lighting things on fire. She moved around on the floor for a minute until she felt what she believed was a bed, and pulled herself up to her knees using her elbow. In that moment the door opened, and an unfamiliar voice spoke. "Time your your medicine." She froze at those words. Medicine? The fuck do you mean medicine? The foot steps grew closer and closer, and she heard them put down something - a tray perhaps and stop in front of her. Her tape was ripped off of her mouth and pills were immediately shoved into it. The man then put his hand over her mouth and put her in such a position that seemed to force her to swallow it. After she did so, he told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She did so obediently, and he seemed to be satisfied, walking away after. However, when the door closed, she made herself gag them up and spit them across the room. She was furious, first she was taken to this hell hole, and now they were force feeding her pills. Not only would she kill them, she would make sure they would suffer.

The door opened again, "Alright red, lets do this the easy way - time to eat." It was him, and she assumed he was accompanied by those from before, as multiple foot steps walked towards her she looked around trying to count the bodies. The same entourage as before, five of them. She felt her arm being grabbed, pulling her up on her feet. "Walk." she followed the person whom pulled her, and quite roughly, not speaking a word. She listened to her shackles as they hit the ground while she walked, she would need to get those off, she wasn't too worried about them however. Minor annoyance, if she had her abilities intact. She then heard some speaking around her, the voices seemed to belong to those her age. Accompanying them, the smell of food. Of course, the food didn't seem that appetizing, smelled like your average cafeteria food - if that. As she came to halt the man in front of her spoke, "Now play nice." he said, as he yanked her blindfold off causing her to jerk forward. She narrowed her eyes at him, your first. As the men walked away, she looked around the room to see some people grouping up and others sitting alone. This was all too familiar, and a little bit pathetic. She looked down at the shackles on her hands and grinned, quickly they started melting, as did the ones on her feet. As they fell off, she left them and walked towards the nearest table in which only one person occupied. It was a boy, with black hair, and wings.

Emily hopped onto the bench sitting across from the boy who seemed to be drowsing off. "Wakey wakey!." she shouted loudly. "Hi! I'm Emily, it's a pleasure to meet you!" she smiled. She leaned over to get a better look at his face. "Why are you here?" her voice was soft and timid. "Red!" Emily turned to see the man from before storming towards her. "Did I tell you you could take these off!?" he seemed to have a new pair of cuffs for her and he grabbed her wrist to put them on. Emily stood up and got in his face, "Did I tell you, you could interrupt my conversation?" Emily then leaned towards the man's ear. "Go fuck yourself." she whispered. The man then grabbed her and forced her hands to her sides - but Emily phased into fire and it caused him to back away immediately. She stood there, intangible fire, glaring at him. She looked him up at down for a moment, until she laughed maniacally. "It's so sad! Where are your syringes? Can't you play by yourself? Where are your body guards?" Two other men ran at her with some sort of weapons, weapons that didn't look natural and were completely foreign to her. Fun. She grinned.

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Chloe sighed as she ate her food. At least it's better than slop.. She thought. Her head then turned when she heard the doors open again. She was jumpy, and she ha d a reason to be. Being woken up by a scream isn't exactly comforting... She saw a male, looked about her age. He was pale and lean. She wondered what he was. A wizard? A werewolf? No, a vampire. Chloe used to go to secret creature meetings to find out what the other creatures were planning. She had always loved that about being a ghost, eavesdropping. She snapped out of her thoughts when the doors opened again. This time is was a girl, she had bright red hair and that's all she really noticed. Chloe watched as the red head ran towards the guy. She laughed, Isn't that cute.... A little whore. Chloe had never had a crush. ever. She had always been better friends with guys and that's all she saw it as. Friendship. She laughed again as she saw the guards and 'Lil whore fighting. She looked over at the guy who she had been chatting to and he intrigued her. He was alone in the corner but she noticed another guy alone at a table as well. Not being very social she stayed in her corner and just observed everyone.

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Character Portrait: Baby Stewart Character Portrait: Dorian Frumley Character Portrait: Jacob Carlin Character Portrait: Emily Sharie Romelin Character Portrait: Chloe Topolnisky Character Portrait: Medusa
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Baby's eyelids fluttered to life lazily. It was difficult to see with the overwhelming lights ahead of her. She could see hands moving in different directions and could hear the light muttering from one doctor to another. Scuffling of feet was easily made out but she could not manage to count how many pairs of footsteps there were before every other noise was drowned out by a panicked statement.
"She's waking up. Hurry! We need more anesthetics."
Baby grumbled a sort of displeased disagreement until she felt the sharp prick of a new hole in her body and she could feel the medicine coursing through her veins and blood stream. The only thing she was sure of was that they were operating on her, otherwise they wouldn't be trying to take away the pain they were causing.
She came in and out of conciousness for what felt like years. It seemed as though she were in a dream. Time was standing still and rushing past her at the same time.
How many days had she been kept in the back?
They were moving her again, but they expected her to be capable of standing on her own two feet. She was still shaky and without noticing, collapsed into the nearest nurses arms.

. . . . .

Dorian snatched a bright green apple off the top of the pile of fruit, rubbing it against his shirt before biting into the fresh produce product. They were probably the only things he trusted. Everything else had to be cooked, but this was natural. He spotted a bottle of water in an ice filled bowl at the end of the line and after observing that the seal had yet to be broken he was satisfied that it was okay for drinking. He twisted the lid and began chugging down the clear liquid desperately. Nearly finishing off the bottle, he pulled it away from his lips realizing he had also been more thirsty then he could have imagined.
A light hissing next to him drew him away from his inner thoughts and his eyes zeroed in on what he guessed was a female by her slender looking body, but it was hard to tell with the mask that hid away her features.
He couldn't help but to stare at her moving hair. Snakes had always interested him and his hand inched towards the green slithering reptiles until the woman spoke up.
His eyes followed the side of her face, observing the scaly composure once she had unlatched the mask.
Why was he so inclined to touch her? She had his full attention and he whispered a response.
"It doesn't seem like it will get me anywhere but in pain if I were to rebel."
His eyes finally tore away from her when there were new people entering the cafe. He followed the male that had dark hair with his eyes, watching him go to sit then a new redhead that seemed instantly drawn to him. He focused on his back that was turned to him, seeing that it was the other new guy that had come in with him that he'd caught a glance of.
The red head caught his gaze again. She seemed nice and her loud hair made his lips pull up to one side in a half smile.
His golden orbs drifted to the other woman across the room and they lay there for a few extra moments.
"My name is Dorian." He spoke to Medusa, finally peeling his eyes away from the others.
"And you are?" He asked, a full smile lighting up his face. He chuckled lightly, extending his hand to her as he attempted to search her face for her eyes.
Just before he had tilted his head enough to peek a glance, the doors busted open.
Two gaurds came in, hauling what he assumed was the werewolf he had seen in the hall. She was limp as a doll and he guessed they were bringing her back to set an example. Or to let her attempt to continue on throughout her usual schedule. Although in the state she was in, that didn't look very possible.
They threw her into the bench of an empty table and let her figure slump over onto the top of it.
The sudden slamming must have triggered her brain because she suddenly jerked and violently coughed, one hand on her chest. Once the episode had subsided her hand lowered to her stomach, her fingers lightly shaking as she touched something that appeared to hurt her because she was wincing.
She scowled towards the two gaurds that had begun to walk away, one of them laughing.
She seemed to try and say something, but it looked as though it were too difficult. Her eyebrows were low and her face unmoving from the disgusted experession.
As the two gaurds left, a nurse came rushing in...holding a stuffed animal? Dorian mused at this and followed the elderly woman with his curious eyes. She hurried over to the now doubled over werewolf and knelt down, whispering something to her that Dorian could not make out.
The girl took the animal and the nurse patted her thigh. He could hear the barely manageable, "Thank you, Nancy." The blonde's voice was strained and barely above a whisper.
The little nurse scurried out, being sure to lock the doors back.
Dorian turned to Medusa. "Does that happen often? Does everyone get a toy here?" His eyes went back to the broken blonde.
"She looks like she needs help." He started towards her but there was a sudden explosion of light and heat not far from him. The demon's eyes widened and he jumped quickly. He was going to run but he was frozen in fear. The redheaded chick had just burst into flames!
He swallowed his pride and cowered towards the farthest corner, trying to stabilize his breathing that had become broken and heavy.
"Please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop. Please stop!" He was yelling now his fists holding his temples as he tried to focus on something besides the fire in the room. But it was all he could think about as he brought his knuckles to his mouth, now feeling that he was shaking violently.

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Baby's head moved slowly, her hand lifting away from the toy in her lap, shaking until it rested on the table in front of her. It looked as though she were using most of her strength to hold herself upright.
"Do I look oh-fucking-kay?" In that moment she moved her other hand to her stomach as she muttered a weak, "Shit!" She lay her head down and held back a whimper, her brows furrowing deeply.
"Those bastards will bloody pay." She assured, her British accent full of pure hatred.
She glanced towards the girl who had caused the other patient to flee and shrugged her shoulders, not moved by her what so ever.
She pulled herself up again and glanced back towards the other boy who was against the wall.
Although she had been through shit, the medicine was wearing and she could hear the light tinkle of thoughts. Everyone's names and emotions were the only things she could really pick up on because they were the strongest thing about them.
Dorian was the wimp that seemed nervous about fire. Baby thought over her judgment and decided that it wasn't fair when she had a terrible fear of the dark. He was trying to stay calm about the whole situation, but in doing so the effect of him came out in his body movements as he trembled violently.
Baby used to be worse about the dark. The Dorian guy seemed to have a tight grip on his fear, but she couldn't help it. Back when she was fifteen she would beg and plead and cry for minutes if someone even threatened to flip the switch. She remembered once when her brother had somehow screwed with the wires in her lock socket and taken all of the lightbulbs from her room. Of course, she was much younger at the time and it was the take off for her fear.
The blonde girl shook the memory away and her eyes flowed over the other inmates. She'd hardly payed any attention towards the new arrivals.
The dark haired boy was followed by a blonde ghost. Jacob and Chloe. Both were full of mixed emotions and Baby didn't even want to tear them away from the other thoughts in her head and hear what was going on. She stopped on the fire haired girl and scoffed, shaking her head. She reminded her of herself and for some reason, it really set her off. She was so used to being the one dragged away from bad behavior that seeing someone mirroring her reputation was also a little relieving. Maybe they wouldn't watch her so closely now that they had a hot head and she could disappear into the shadows.
Baby felt bad for Meddie. She was really the only one in the room she was well acquainted with and decided against laying on the table any longer. She scooped up Charlie, placing him in the crook of her arm and made her way towards the Gorgon.
She eyed the arrangement of tempting treats but knew better then to take any food from them. She settled on a small tangerine and used her painted, slightly sharpened black nails to easily dig into the orange skin of the fruit and begin to peel it away.
"Quite the day already." She mused, finally looking at the other female. She lightly laughed, watching her snakes that had slightly calmed down.
"Awh, it's okay." For some reason she had always had a way with animals, she guessed it was because she was one. But even the roughest bulldogs came to her in a slobbery mess. With her pointer finger she ran it under a couple different snakes' chins and found herself grinning.
She brought her hand away and looked at the food again, then to the mess on the floor.
"Here." She said, chuckling and grabbing a styrofoam bowl and remaking Medusa another bowl of cereal. She placed a spoon inside of the dish and handed it to her.
"Sorry that you spilled your food." She whispered.

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Baby gave Meddie a full smile when she accepted the food. She hoped as well that it wasn't ruined by another out break. Then again, she wasn't sure when she would cause one again. It just came so sudden when she got upset. And like the tides, after a few seconds or minutes they drifted away.
She could feel more thoughts and information flooding into her mind. If she could hear this much, she was sure that she could make a few sparks too. Maybe she would freak out little blonde boy later. She looked over her shoulder towards him, giggling evilly and smirking away at the cowering demon. How could someone who was such a beast be afraid of it?
But her question was answered. His past came to her the moment she pondered it and she was not expecting such a story.
He had gone to Hell. And feeling and seeing was he experienced already made her hair stand on end. It was terrible. She could feel the misery and torture all around and she suddenly didn't want to know anymore, but she had already delved and it wasn't stopping. A dark figure passed over her in this onlooking and she realized she was looking through Dorian's eyes in Hell. The figure picked him up and threw him far. She could see the ground passing him by and the countless amount of people that were suffering as well. But he started to fall. And landed into a pit of flames. She winced at the pure agony and horror that was experiencing and his screams were desperate and helpless.
She came back to Earth, a droplet of salt water dripped from the corner of her eye. She gave a heavy sigh and decided not to go looking in others minds. If his was that bad...she shuddered and looked away from the ground to see Jacob in front of her. Apparently he wanted to introduce himself. Before he got tackled by the guards, Baby brushed him off. "Maybe you should watch where your going." She interrupted before he tried to tell her his name.
Guards surrounded him and she gave him a little wave before they started hauling him off. She wasn't used to this much scuffle. It was always from her, but these newbies. They seemed like they wanted to be tough guys all around and it irked her. Why would you want to have more trouble then possible? The only time she ever rebelled was when they were trying to force her to do something she didn't want to. Or because she wasn't getting her way. But other then that, it tended to stay quiet around the asylum.
Baby leaned her head against the wall and gave a heavy sigh. While picking up her head she saw the blonde girl disappear. She was dumbfounded for a moment, her brows lowered in confusion laced with wonder. One brow raised as she heard the girl coming closer to them. Her hearing was too impeccable for her own good. At night she could hear the screams on the other side of the facility.
She heard the term "lil' whore" and she couldn't help but think that it was directed to her. Before she could event think her body started to shake. She clenched her fists and exhaled deeply.
The girl reappeared at her table again and Baby came to her, trying to keep a cool head.
"Ya know, it's odd that you would say that. I haven't given him the time of day and I don't plan on it. But all of you fucking little girls are all over his shit and you're calling ME the whore? Bitch, you don't wanna get me started...or maybe you do. Let's see." She adjusted her fist so her knuckles were in the right shape and slammed her fist into the other girl.

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Throbbing pain. Screaming of pure fear. Dorian's eyes scanned over the shadow land. All there was around him was darkness and in the distance, flames that would easily be far over his head.
A deep bellow of laughter was above him and he turned his head toward the direction of the sound. He couldn't make out what his eyes were trying to tell him, but he could feel what presence was towering over him. He felt so small until there was a bright, red light surrounding the unknown shadow and from it appeared a very fit and handsome male dressed in a three piece suit. He had facial hair and the dark hair on his head was perfectly combed. Accentuating his black jacket was a red rose accompanied with thorns and all. And at his feet, he had missed a very large snake, an anaconda. He wasn't afraid of snakes, but the way this one looked at him with it's yellow eyes made him want to shit his pants.
The man cleared his throat, a solid smirk plastered on his face that had not left from the moment he had appeared from the smoke and light.
"I am sure that you are aware of who I am, Dorian." The blonde boy could only nod. The man chuckled.
"Then address me as you see fit." He demanded. Dorian gave a slow sigh and mumbled, "Satan." The man bursted with laughter and came to him, sliding his hand under his jaw and tilting his chin up.
"Let me look at you." The snake had followed him and stayed near his feet, steadily hissing.
"Yes, you do seem the type. A little too scared though. We plan to fix that. Give you a sturdy heart. Your soul, however. Well, it could use some work. It isn't nearly black enough. You may have killed people in your past, Dorian, but you must murder many more to get the blessing." Dark cackling surrounded him.

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Dorian's eyes attempted to open themselves, but they were heavy. His past memories kept him tied down, but he heard voices and movement. Curses and threats. Things being shoved and yelling. He opened his eyes again, but was met with darkness that lasted momentarily. His vision was skewered when the lights flickered back to life. His sight was still a bit glossy, everything blurry after being knocked out so long.
"Shit..." He murmured. Then he remembered why he had passed out. It had been from the fire. He gulped and looked around but saw that the girl who had caused it had been taken away. He sighed in relief and slowly picked himself up.
The room was much more scarce. There were only a few others in it and he wondered what all had happened.
He looked towards the girl he had last talked to and she did not look happy.
"Medusa, right?" He asked quietly as he came to sit next to her.
"Seems like they got into it again, I see. Are you alright?" He felt sorry for her because he was sure that it was her he had heard yelling about one thing or another, going back to it all he could make out was her saying "I hope you're proud of your legacy".
His eyebrows lowered in concern until a guard came through the doors with a few pairs of cuffs.
"Time for you kids to go to the recreation room. The doctor suggested we put these on you." He laughed almost evilly as two more men came in as well who were buff as hell.
Dorian rolled his eyes and before standing up said, "We can talk later, okay? When you want." He slid his hand to her back and rubbed her for a moment before lightly patting her as he walked away.
He let the guard cuff him and he walked back down the long hallway towards the room he had seen before. It looked inviting enough and he was glad to be away from all of the hospital-like environment.
He looked around a moment then was surprised to see a few sets of paints and canvases which he took one of each, then went to one of the two easels that had been set up, but for the moment, he had no idea what his subject would be.

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Baby kicked and swung over and over. She was used to fights and in her free time she had been swimming a lot and gaining plenty of muscles, but the girl didn't seem like she wanted to look pitiful and hit her a few times. She wasn't sure how much damage she had inflicted, but when the guard pulled her off she began laughing heartily. She could feel the blood trickle down the corner of her mouth and her eye was throbbing but she didn't even notice. She was smitten with the girls pursuit to get under her skin. She was begging to go back to her room now and that only made the blonde girl laugh harder.
"Yeah, go ahead and run. You say it isn't over but you don't know who I am. I have a reputation for killing other inmates, so watch your back, blondie."
The guard tugged her back and she lowered her eyebrows and looked up but they raised immediately and her mouth slightly opened.
"Michael?" She asked quietly. But he looked at her with a stern look and shushed her so she listened. She didn't struggle against his hold any longer and he held her until the other men had taken Chloe out.
He let her walk and he glanced down the hallway to be sure that they had gone and once they were away from the others in the cafeteria he pinned her against the wall.
"Babes, what are you doing getting into fights like this." He held his hand up towards where they'd taken her. To the back. The the labs. Where she dreaded to go for a second time that day.
"I thought you had ended this. We talked about it." He was basically cooing at her and he held her face in his hands but she wouldn't look at him.
"You're not going back there, I can promise you that." Her face lit up and she smiled.
"Really? I don't have to?"
"There's the smile I was looking for. No, you don't have to go. The doctor requested to see you."
Her face fell again and she groaned.
"She's going to fill me up on syringes, Michael."
"Whatever helps."
Baby's features became opposite.
"Are you fucking serious? I thought you were a good guy!" She didn't realize that she was yelling.
"Baby, baby girl, calm down. Being bipolar, well it needs to be handled, then maybe you won't get into all of these fights." He tried tugging her towards the office, but she resisted against him.
"Don't make me force you." He pleaded, looking into her blue eyes. She sighed deeply, really not wanting anymore medications put into her then truly necessary so she walked close behind him, keeping her head down and not saying a word.

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Chloe was scared. She chewed on her nails as they walked down the hall. The lights were flickering and with every step she slowed down even more. It got to the point where the guards were almost dragging her. "Please... no...." She cried softly as she was thrown into the room. "Oh come in sweety.." the man said. He was tall dark and well.... evil. He had a syringe in his hand which almost made Coco bite her hand off. "Please... I... I..." She started to say looking around the room for an escape. He started to walk closer, there were two doors. The one she entered in, which she could see a guards shadow under the door, and a closet. She was running out of time, so she looked up. A vent! she thought. She quickly turned invisible and escaped the mans grasp. He looked around trying to find where she was. She was walking, almost peacefully, trying not to make a sound. She then got to the counter. To get to the vent she needed to climb on the counter, take the vent lid off and climb in. She turned as she heard the main doors open. "Find her!" He yelled as the guards stomped in. That was when she decided to use her other power. She screamed. This wasn't just any scream. She has a sonic scream and the guards and scientist fell to the ground. As they covered their ears she jumped on the counter and slipped into the vent.

She started to crawl, slowly and quietly, looking down every vent shaft for which rooms were which. After about 10 minutes of crawling it started to get hot. Really hot. almost like the vents were set to heat... "Shit!" she whispered as she crawled a bit faster. She was sweating and gross until she finally found what she was looking for. Through the vent she could see a male, and paints! She loved painting and she figured since there was a patient already there, it must be safe. She opened the vent, putting the lid inside the vent and slipped out. Landing on her two feet, right next to the guy. She wiped herself off as she sat on the stool next to him. "Oh hey!" She said out of breath. She picked up one of the paint brushes and dipped it in water. "what are you going to paint there?" She said looking at him, still panting.

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Medusa became aware of the presence beside her, and glanced over in the direction of Aiden....though it was hard to gauge as her face was hidden away from view. She knew of the man...well..vaguely...as much as she knew of others that she'd seen around the place. He was extremely quiet...and she gathered that there was probably a good reason for it.
"Morning." she greeted quietly, figuring she should offer some common courtesy to the fellow, even if he wasn't endeavoring to speak to her. He wasn't actively avoiding her...and when you wer epartially scaly and had snakes for hair..that had to count for something, she thought.

Not long after that, the young man named Dorian made his way over, apparently having recovered himself. She decided it would be a bit insensitive to ask what that had been all about. If he didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't planning to push...and hopefully he'd return the sentiment.

"Yup. Everyone is apparently a wannabe Muhammed Ali this morning. It's getting really, really tiresome." she sighed as she finished eating the cereal and set the empty bowl down on the table.

"Some heavy ran into me while he was chasing one of the idiots and I hit my knee. Just a bruise or something I imagine."

She looked up as she was approached by the guards, brandishing the cuffs and implying that she was supposed to have them on her wrists for the duration of then trip to the rec room.
"Of course....just in case the person with the deadly gaze and the venomous hair suddenly decides 'you know, fuck that, I'll start punching people'...but whatever..it's your funding you're wasting on buying cuffs for me.."

The gorgon extended her gloved hands out in front of her, the cuffs were snapped onto her wrists and she followed without complaint to the recreation room. Once there her hands were freed and she made her way to a seat, dropping down and pulling out the book she'd been carrying, intent on finishing 'The Fall of The House of Usher'...that was until she found herself taking note of who was in the room.

She caught sight of the Dorian, who'd gone over to the art supplies. Medusa had never really bothered with them, as the plates of her mask distorted her perception of colour. It was too difficult to try and work out how a picture might look without the tinting. That was not her concern however, and more that the girl who'd just called Baby a 'whore' and started the recent fight was standing there. There was no way that she'd be just allowed back unless either the staff were really playing favorites...or she'd snuck off.

"Can't even face up to the consequences of your behaviour?" she remarked irritably to the girl, raising her voice a little to be heard, though keeping her gaze turned to the book. The snakes raised their heads, alerted to their owner's anger.
"You stab someone, call someone else a whore, get into a fight....god knows what's likely to happy to Baby seeing as she's already gotten carted off once today...and you think you can just wander in here? You're going to get into trouble and I'd suggest you didn't drag anybody else into it."

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Chloe looked up at the snake girl. She slowly walked over, trying to keep calm. "It wasn't meant for Baby.... It was just self defense... I lost control and I'm sorry..." Coco said before turning around. She could hear guards coming and she turned invisible once more. Quickly she ran back over to the canvases and she sat down. Turning slightly apparent she turned to Dorian, "You saw that fight earlier....I didn't mean to start the day off like that... I guess this place is just getting to me..." She started to chew her nails again. She couldn't help but chew her nails when she was nervous or scared. Suddenly the doors burst open and she turned completely invisible. She held her breath, hoping they would just leave and that no one would say a word.

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Edith Carroll


After her very brief conversation with the 'new girl', Edith let her gaze slip protectively to her brother. Snakes wasn't in any position that showed hostility, nor was the guy who joined her with the guards soon after, offering cuffs to escort them out and to recreation, no doubt. Edith's eyes twinkled with delight as she slipped away from the new girl's presence, moving to hover near her brother as the guards moved to him, offering the cuffs and the opportunity for Aiden to come willingly.

Placing her icy fingers on her brother's shoulders - or pretending to - Edith gazed at the guard's eyes, her voice full of venomous charm, "I don't think those will be necessary, boys. You work so hard keeping this place run properly, dealing with all those 'bad ones' ... Why don't you two grab yourselves some breakfast and I'll escort him instead. You'll be good, won't you, Aiden?" She turned her head, her gaze from the men to her brother with a smile. He returned a look not so pleasant - but she ignored it, winking as she bowed to the ever consenting guards, making their way over to the left overs.

Aiden Carroll


Aiden let out a sigh, placing his bowl on to the table, rising from his chair, and then making little to no objection physically to moving to the recreational room. Even if he didn't bother to map the place out in his mind, he knew where he was going thanks to the other guards who were still escorting Medusa. Following in after her, Edith right behind him, he took a look at today's activity and let out a soft sigh, opting to sneak a smile in before his sister glared at him. "Don't show them a weakness!" She hissed, but her 'voice' never worked on him. It never would. They were immune to each other.

As he made his way over to a free sketch pad and choice pencils, he picked up one marked HB on the side and began to idly draw as if he were continuing a picture he'd been working on for years. Edith let out a sigh at him, leaving his side to lean in on the conversation had by Chloe and Medusa, smirking from the corner of her mouth. She opened her mouth to say something, as well, but when the doors opened, Chloe vanished, and she knew better than to startle the shy girl even more by blowing her cover -- as fun of an idea as it sounded like.

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Dorian had found a pencil and decided to first sketch out what he planned to be painting. Turning his wrist to get the proper curves and lines then turning the canvas to see it from all angels. He had hardly noticed the girl that landed next to him until she said something and she spooked him causing him to jump and drop everything in his lap and hands. He had been so into his drawing, he got lost in it and usually disturbances were always like this.
He looked up at her, slightly annoyed that she had decided to interrupt his time, but saw she was cute so he let a charming smile replace his previous expression.
She was out of breath and his eyes raised up to the vent she had just come from and an eyebrow raised skeptically. Had she really just hopped down from there so casually to say "Hey"?
Medusa walked in and Dorian watched her sit down and talk to the girl who was standing over him.
So she had gotten into trouble. And she was on the run. It reminded him of when they were trying to catch him. Hard job, he'd made it. Being able to become a dragon was useful in those kinds of conditions and spitting acid, well, they had hard enough time catching him.
Apparently it had something to do with the blonde girl who had been at the table by herself.
"I don't think we are the ones you need to be apologizing to." He murmered, looking up at Chloe then back down to his nearly finished sketch. It would be easier to paint, especially since his subject was in front of him.
"No, I didn't see your little fight earlier. Seems as though no one noticed I was out cold in the corner. The girl that lit up in fire," He shuddered, obviously even the word bothered him. "sent me to pass out." He whispered the last part.
He remembered that she had asked him a question when she had first came from the vent.
"And to answer your question, I am drawing Meddie." He glanced to the gorgon, a small smile on his face before he looked down and dipped his utensil in the cup of water then proceeded to mix colors together to get the right shade he was going for.
More people began to come into the room as well and it was getting slightly crowded for his pleasure. Especially with the hot blonde taking up most of his bubble.

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Baby was sitting in a chair, waiting impatiently.
"If she wanted to see me so bad, she wouldn't keep me out here. I feel like a dog on a leash." She thought for a moment then realized how ironic that had been and scoffed at herself.
The door opened and another patient exited the room. Baby watched her and a voice tore her away from the girl.
"The doctor will see you now." It was light and welcoming, but the werewolf wanted nothing to do with the receptionist.
"Then get the fuck out of my way." She said, shoving her to the side so she could pass to go into the office.
She opened the large oak door, seeing a woman sitting down with dark, long hair that framed her face. Glasses placed on her nose didn't avert her features in any way. It was obvious that she was stunningly beautiful. But they had met before, so they knew how this was going to be.
Baby helped herself to one of the cherry suckers that sat at the corner of her desk in a glass jar.
The doctor was busily looking over a file, most likely hers, but there were so many already piled onto her desk that it was hard to tell.
"Who you reading up on, Doc?" She asked in an amusing try at sounding like the rabbit that so many children loved to watch, but she had forgotten the name it had been so long.
The doctor chuckled then finally met the eyes of the patient across from her.
"Just one of the new patients, Baby. Jacob Carlin. From what we have gathered he isn't violent, usually very quiet and content, but something must have happened this morning to send him over the edge." She closed the manila folder and went to put it back in the filing drawer and pulled out a different smooth folder. It was thick with papers, but she had been here for a fairly long time so they had a lot on her.
"Amy, why do we have to do this?" Baby asked and the doctor tsked her.
"You know to call me Doctor Reedus, Baby."
"Yeah, yeah. You've told me."
The doctor shook her head, looking over something that Baby couldn't read, but she could hear what was going through her mind now. The pills were almost all the way worn off.
Causing brutal fights. Killing guards. Not accepted around others. Harrasing others.
"Looks like you've had quite the morning, mmm?"
Baby rolled her eyes and sighed impetuously. "Just give me what I need to know, and I'll go."
"Well, it looks as though you may not be going back out to the rec room. Is there something you need to tell me, babygirl?"
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Doctor Reedus led her to the door and opened it for her.
"Good talk. We'll have one soon?" She asked, but Baby was just eager to get out of there, trying to pass up the doctor but Amy held onto her shoulder.
"Hey. Take these." In her hand she had a few more red suckers and Baby snatched them quickly, shoving them into her jacket pocket.
"Thanks." She managed, before walking down the hall.
The doctor had always trusted her to be able to walk down the hall without any guards because she saw "the good in her". But Baby knew that had been gone for a long time.
She slipped into the recreation room which was already packed with patients. She went around them and out the sliding glass door, glad to be away from the group.
The small square of space outside was surrounded by the facility and the other walls were twelve feet of thick concrete.
She chuckled remembering the time that she had tried to climb over. It hadn't ended well.
She slammed on the red button that was outside of the door which alerted someone to bring her her smokes that she so desperately needed.
She was happy to see Nancy hobbling towards her with her pack and her cheetah.
"You got Charlie!" She grinned and hugged the elder woman then took the cigarettes.
"Yes, my dear. He was just laying on the floor in the cafeteria so I grabbed him before anything happened to him." The old woman winked then patter Baby's head before the girl pulled her into a hug.
Baby felt so close to her, like she was her grandma or something, but it felt great to have someone around that she could at least partially trust.
"Thank you." She added as the woman headed back inside. Baby watched her leave then lit up a Kool between her lips and inhaled it longingly, a flume of smoke trailing out of her mouth.

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Chloe turned back visible when she saw it was only a woman. She laughed a bit in her mind, thinking how she was putting down her own gender. The woman seemed nice, well she didn't look stuck up or professional like the guards and scientists. She was still at the canvas taking peaks at the woman. "And to answer your question, I am drawing Meddie." She looked over at the girl who had freaked out at her moments ago. Then she took her gaze to the drawing. "Wow... That's really good..." She said half smiling. She noticed on the ground some paints, the guy must have dropped them. She picked up her own brush and began to paint. She had always loved art, and she planned on making her new "room" personalized. She finished the back ground and dipped her brush in the water, to rid it of the blue and green. She then dipped it in the brown slowly and began to make the main pieces of her painting. She sat there silently humming.

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Dorian ignored everything for a bit as he got farther into his work. Turquoise and grey in different shading seemed to be his overall choices but there were also variations of blue and some green added as well.
As he got closer to completing it he added black and white to show the overall light and shadows in the painting.
He glanced next to him, finally noticing that Chloe had also taken up painting. He watched the way her hands moved as she continued to work, then his eyes began taking in all of the detail in her turtles.
He smiled over at her.
"I like your's too. I'm Dorian by the way."
He looked up towards Medusa to make sure everything looked perfect then he slowly got up off of the couch and came next to her, kneeling and showing her the painting.
It was of her in front of a city. He had her mask off of the lower part of her face and she was grinning. Behind the mask you could barely see the glimpse of her eyes. Around her waist and shoulder she had a sash that read, Miss Understood.
"I think your worth every second of this. And I find you more interesting to draw then anything else I could think of. You don't need to thank me, either." He chuckled and set the canvas down in her lap.
"It's still wet, but I want you to have it." He offered her a half smiled before standing up and walking over to the snack machines. He raised a brow, looking into the glass and wondering how exactly he would be paying for this but after a few seconds of looking he found a jar with loose change inside of it. He reached his hand in and extracted a few quarters then payed for a bag of chocolate teddy grahams. He hopped on top of the counter and popped two bears into his mouth.

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Baby slid down the wall and crossed her legs once she had sat down. She held Charlie to her chest as she repeatedly brought her tobacco to her lips and inhaled the nicotine.
After a minute or so of being outside she heard Jake's mind coming closer and raised a brow. He hadn't been in the lab that long, but it was his first time so they'd probably gone easy on him.
He surprisingly let himself outside and she scooted over so there would be space for him if he wanted to sit down too not that she took up that much space anyway. She brought her knees up to her chest and set Charlie on top.
How the hell did you know? Her lip tugged but a smile didn't break. After he lit his own vice she looked up at him for a moment.
She peeled her eyes away and watched her cigarette burn down, eyeing each individual ash that flew off and up into the wind.
"So you're a vamp. I could smell you the second you stepped off of the van." She pulled another drag and exhaled, then ashed.
"You reek, Jacob." She chuckled lightly.

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"Thanks... I'm Chloe..." She said softly. She never was good with guys. She watched as he finished the painting of Medusa. She was jealous of course, partly because he was such a good artist and because she wanted to be the subject. She watched as he headed over to Medusa. She was smiling and ruined her painting by not watching what she was doing. She saw her painting and stabbed the canvas with her paint brush. Calmly she put the paint brush back down and walked over to a chess board. She moved the pieces around for a few moments then threw one of the black knights across the room. For a second she held her breath. She watched as Dorian was over by the snack machine, grabbing change from the tin. She half smiled, it was probably the most you'd get from her. And you had to be pretty special to get it anyway. She back down to the chess boards and started to put the pieces back in place.