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Vitas Warmoon

Head Nurse

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a character in “The Wonderland Institute v2”, as played by Princess Awinita

Description

Name:
Vitas Warmoon

Surname:
Warmoon

Alias/Nickname:
Lady, Devil Woman, Seductress, Enchantress, Sourcerer

Place of Birth:
Cario Egypt

DOB:
23rd March

Age:
Unknown

Family:
Eind {Birth Father deceased} Mara {Birth Mother, deceased} Adopted parents of Thomas and Marueen Warmoon {both deceased}

Occupation:
Head Nurse

Blood-Type:
00-

Criminal History:
Offical cases are too extensive or too critical or just too gory for easy reading. The most known cases she has been involoved in or sought for is the deaths of her birth parents and adopted parents when in truth when her heart was broken she found her birth parents dead and feared it was her own newfound magic that did the deed through her. Twenty three years later she and an accociate set bounties on certain people, including Thomas and Marueen Warmoon, Vitas adopted parents. As a result Vitas took over her adopted familes estate. And used the money to found her studies of the Mystic arts.

Of more recent cases only two are known to have been crimes committed by Vitas Warmoon. In the City of New York twenty nine bodies where found missing their leyelids, livers, and left kidney along with the ring finger of their right hand. Each victim was seen to have been tortured relentlessly before dying of a electrical shock directly to the heart

In the City of Sacremento California documented three years prior to the spree of deaths in New York, a similar case occurred, however, each of the twenty nine victims had been scapled, and badly burnt as well as relentlessly tortured, their blood was used to write notes for the police as whoeever was doing the killing was leaving a sadistic path to follow with each victim in worse shape than the last. Each victim died as did those in the New York City case file, by electrical shock to the heart

However none of these casefiles can be substantiatied due to lack of evidence. Due to her skills as a nurse were extraordinary enough to land her the job

Mental Diagnostic:
Unknown. Vitas is as mentally stable as they come thanks to her photographic memory

Supernatural Powers:
Master Sorcerer. Being a Sorcerer is one thing, but Vitas is different, being a Sourcerer, or Source of Magic, she has more innate ablities, Because of things detailed in her history below. Because she is a Sourcerer, she does not need certain items, such as rings or the like, in order to access certain locations or to open teleportation gateways.

Triggers:
A plain gold locket always around her neck, threat of harm to the locket sets her off into a very deadly mood. The mere thought that others could see into the locket makes her extremnely guarded of it

Ideal Environment and Stimuli For Them:
The Mirror Dimenesion, a place outside of space and time, where anything and everything is possible, unseeable to the mundane world, ther Mirror Dimenesion allows Vitas to study and practise without worry of harming others. This neverending kaeldiscope of ever changing surfaces reacts to her every whim, and she can bring others at will into it for study.

When outside the Mirror Dimenesion such as in her office in the Asylum, she is surrounded by mirrors at all times, most of them broken, stolen, or conjured and none of them clean. otherwise her office is of dark oak wood paneling with a hardwood strangely almost magically patterned floor with at least a good dozen or so chandilers hanging from the ceiling. On her desk is a constantly channging frame of a picture of her best frind Spike, the frame, magically created, shifts on its own power into different shapes while holding the handdrawn oil picture

Personality:
Evil, most say there's a good nurse and bad nurse, well, shes the head nurse, as the saying goes, 'she's got the heart of a good woman, in a jar on her desk' its actually true. Vitas is normally easy going, but once set in her ways she is not easy to turn from her desired destination.

History:
Born Talak Horde in Cairo Egypt to Eind and Mara Horde, Talak was a good girl, brought up in the mystic arts but apparently had no abilites whatsoever like her parents had, but it wasnt until her 15th year when engaged to the love of her life for almost a year had her heart broken. The result was her latent hidden abilites came spewing forth in her rage

She was scared and so she fled to her home after fleeing into the woods surrounding Cairo's Centeral park, hiding there for hours, scared and alone. When she returned home she found her parents dead, fearing her magic had done it when her heart was broken she clung to her locket, as if it were the only thing that matter. She had no idea that her former finace had killed her parents under orders to do so.

She packed a bag of the most critical items and set fire to the home, stowing aboard a ship bound for America she met her adioptive parents, Thomas and Maureen as she was caught and was going to be put in the brig when they came to her aid, saying they had forgotten her passport and had tpo smuggle her home, willing tgo pay triple the price for the ticket home, and also food and clothing. Giving her the name Vitas Thomas was a Sorcerer, a powerful skilled one and he recognised her abilites. Years passed and Vitas as she was now offically known had easily intigrated into the family. Years passed and Vitas rose in her studies, her favorite study method was through Astral Projection, and dimenesional gateway teleportation

On the ship to her new home Vitas met a woman her own age and her family, the girl, named Spike, became Vitas best friend for life, and five years before getting hired as Head Nurse at the Wonderland Institute was when her beloved friend had died, which set Vitas on a very violent crime spree across the city of New York and Sacremento California

Relationship to Other Inmates:
Aldric Von Holt - Currently her only patient who currently the only known documented history and information gained from him was by her.. Vitas views Aldric not as a abused or animalistic man, but a broken soul who needs a friend, like herself

With her coworkers, Vitas comes off as a cold and sometimes heartless woman who is rarely seen unless with a patient or reflected in a mirror.

With the Warden as mostk now Alice by, Vitas is neither scared nor disrespectful, mindful to measure her words around the Warden, Vitas if thankful for Liddle's hiring of her to get the police and courts off her back

Progress:
Complete. See study file F11T130.... File not found

So begins...

Vitas Warmoon's Story

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Glass shifted and moved as the floor creaked and clacked with twisting imagry and movement. Reality was warped within the strange place she often used to further her studies. She could go places and see things others could not. She could live in different eras, learn different things in places and ways others could not.

But for all that

She was simply a woman, a skilled woman, with none left of her family or former gangs she was once part of. But it did not matter, no what mattered at that moment to her was th report on her desk. Aldric was a good man, albiet a broken one, yet. There was something about the man, what most called a mutt or a monster she called a Man, she saw a Man in place of what others saw as a monster or mutt or dog or whatever they wanted to call him

What made her stand out among most others was that she called him... by his name. Aldric was a good man, she could see it, But she didnt know mucdh about his tormented soul. So in order to study such things she used the Mirror Dimenesion in order to study his every facet without harming him, or him harming others.

But there were also other patients that intrested her. One of them brought there to them only just before she arrived and she was given the care of in terms of food and treatment. Of course the boy claming to be Old Man Winter made little sense as her own power could outmatch him, if she wanted to, but she let him play around at times in the twisting landscape of the Mirror Dimenesion, the kaeldiscopic world was constantly moving and changing. Always something to explore or practise on

But her mind drifted back to Aldric, something about him reminded her of her first love so many years ago, a glance towards the picture on her desk and a hand went to the locket around her neck. The mere thought of the man that broke her heart shent shivers of anger down her spine. No, she wasnt going to let love take root within her again.

The echo of the ancient clock striking one rang through the Mirror shards around her. A flick of the wrist and she exited the shifting landscape on her own, she had gone in on her own for that matter. She wasnt sure if Alice wanted to inspecft the paitents or see how they were doing extact at that moment, but the striking of one made her simply smirk. the thoughts drifting again to her first love, his face, Oh how she wanted to ravege it in vengence for the breaking of her heart so long ago.

She wandered the halls, absently heading towards the space where Aldric was kept.

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It was... loud.

The clangs of the clock echoed in his sensitive ears like a gong. He disliked that clock. He disliked the loud patients and disliked the loud doctors and nurses. The walls were... bright. Too bright. He looked at the food placed on the tray before him. Old and almost stale. No meat.

"Pitiful."

That's all he said. He huffed, and drank the milk they gave him. At least that was fresh. Growling softly, he nudged the tray, using a tad bit too much strength, the tray falling to the ground with a loud clang!

He visibly winced at that, and then sighed. Moving to his bed, closed his Jade-Green eyes, to let himself be enveloped in the darkness he desired to be placed in. The warden would be here soon, likely with some doctor who thinks he can be cured with time and medicine rather than with the sweet embrace of...

His eyes opened. No. He didn't want to die. That's whybthe stole the witches eye. That's why he became what he was. That's why he was confined in this unbearably bright and uncomfortable cell.

He flipped ontonhis side, facing the wall and away from his cell door. He'd moved his bed to face the back wall, and stood in the way of anyone trying to move it back. That was what he wanted, and if he didn't get it, he'd break out and kill more people. Maybe they'd put him down for good then. Maybe then he'd be free.

But... He was so scared of death. So scared of dying like a dog rather than a man. The only reason he hadn't tried to escape yet was the promise of fixing his mind. The promise of being able to live a normal life.

The promise of being truly free.

There was one nurse, doctor, whatever one wanted to call her that took an interest in him. She was... different. He intrigued her, and she confused him, yet somehow made him feel welcome. Not alone. Accepted. She delved into his mind, and in doing so, revealed a bit about herself at the same time. He didn't get much, mostly her name. Talk. Far from an equal trade, his history for her name, but She was good, it was all he could get. Of course he still rarely spike to her, or anyone for that matter . Outside of hypnosis, he'd spoken maybe ten words to each individual person he'd met so far. And that wasn't many.

Inspection was taking longer than usual. Not that he cared, kept people away from him. Just the way he liked it.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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Hearing the knocks, she recognised right away despite not seeing who it was, and with a withering smirk she spoke up, "Cassius, the sooner you stop treating this place like some sort of boudoir the better for all of us. Just open the damn door." standing up she approached the thick oaken door before throwing it open, "Right, let's get this over with."

Her accent despite having lived in New York still came across very English, especially with how she pronounced words.

Exiting the office, she slammed the wood fiercely it was evident, The Warden was angry, and usually when she was her sadistic darkness crept to the surface, slithered to the fore. It is what made Alice formidable, dangerous even.

For a time she said nothing as they walked down the clinically twisted corridor sterilised of anything. No emotion, just an empty void that placated the masses. Nonetheless, the silence could be unnerving, because despite appearing harmless, many of the staff knew she had conniving suffocating darkness which represented her heart. The time's anyone suggested her methods were too far. She would stare with such intensity and say with unsightly aggression, "Monsters, don't deserve kindness." one young orderly had asked her further on this and found himself flung into a wall.

Fortunately for him, the walls were not prison walls, thus he came off of it with how a few shattered ribs. Although this sold the idea that moving to this inquiry was lethal if not only unadvisable, "Cassius, I am trying to make a place that provides them with somewhere where maggots, monsters and horrors belong. Few of these individuals are men or woman. I don't care if they are children. They lost their privileges when they inflict those atrocities." evidently she was willing to share, "Yet the Government only see these still as people, and act like I am committing some massive injustice. How can I explain to these idiots that threatening to stifle my methods would tie my hands behind my back? That would achieve nothing in the realm of promising. In fact, it would give these things dignity. What of their victims? What of the crying widows, fathers and mothers. Brothers and sister? Don't they deserve peace of mind knowing these abominations are not being shown anything resembling kindness?"

Arriving at the meeting place for all staff before inspection she stopped, "Now we wait, Cassius." not long after Jacob, James, Jafar and Vitas would arrive, "Jacob, you are on Cheshire today, then continue as usual. Vitas, check what progress Scarlett has made. Everyone else can vote to where to begin. I need a laugh, so I shall inspect and interview Don Quixote. Unlike the others here he has actually has hope of making progress."

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Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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If anyone aside from Alice saw the red dress wearing woman who seemed more or less lucid simply nod aty the order to check up on Scarlette before seemingly vanishing without a sound from where she stood near the door it was rather musing to see. Start with the girl, Scarlette. Check the progress then go to normal work, Typical. She was going to be a wee bit late for her session with the so called old Man Winter. If she could get Aldric to interact with someone his own age....

But no, try as she might she barely got Aldric to speak. Maybe if she offered him something more than just her name ? Her age ? nah, too normal thing to ask for. Or to offer. Maybe a glimpse into her past. Vitas shifted into another random, seemingly so, hallway heading towards a door.

She went right to the point upon opening it with a simple flick of the wrist as a guard stood next to it. Going right for the progress chart she observed several things carefully. progress had indeed been made. Mental stablity was good, yes yes, things were progressing nicely. oh... wait... not eating ? oh no she ate. She heard a clatter of something falling as it echoed through the halls, ah, Aldric not getting what he wanted to eat. She made a mental note to ensure she had freshmeat for him when he visited her at the two hour session they had daily.

She already had in her mind what she wanted for him, from him, and what she'd give in exchange for it. He knew her name and barely tolorated her. But somehow, each of their sessions were in a different room within her desired meeting places within the Mirror Dimenesion. He always hated the brightness of the place. There was one place she hadnt tried yet

She turned from Scarlette focused on the information before speaking a few to the point questions "How are you feeling ? did you sleep well ?" Random seemingly but worth asking. She saw then when she looked that Scarlette was focused on the wall, her fingers tracing over it. but nothing was seen. So out of the bluew Vitas asked simple "Would you like a washable marker ?" Not that she would actually get her one....

She had an appointment to keep and she did not want to keep Aldric waiting If Scarlette wanted to talk however, Vitas could listen, this was possibly the only time the girl actually saw the head nurse, what looked to be a beautiful woman with long black hair, red dress. eletric green eyes. Vitas was the embodiment of beautiful it seemed, but she was also the head nurse. and something much more..... eldritch.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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LaMontaigne chuckled darkly at the Warden as she slammed the doors shut and began walking. He followed behind, arms folded behind his back, analyzing every move the warden made. Her heart was dark, just like every other person here, except that bemusing Peter Banning. His heart was filled with youth and beguilement. So convinced he was in his delusions that he may have been the most innocent person in the entire establishment. Lack of progress on that particular patient was............ infuriating. Hook needed to try harder.

"Of course, cherie, They dun' know the first thing 'bout what we do" His voice was as smooth as the smoke that trailed behind him, filled with all kinds of terrible things. "It's easy for them to tell us what we doin' is wrong cause they not livin' every day in this hell like you an' me. It's easy for them to hide behind they desks and paperwork, when they never gotta see any o' them monsters that live in these walls" He said, exhaling smoke with a grin.

"But I expect you know better, cherie. Better than some senator who never had a bad thing happen to him in his life. What we doin' here is working. We makin' real progress with these patients. We will show them, cherie. We will show them. "

La Montaigne had been telling things like this to Alice since he had arrived. He was all for the methods the Warden employed to 'Rehabilitate'. Mostly because if furthered his own research. It was, after all, the chance of a lifetime for him.

Soon they entered the staff room where the warden would hand out their tasks.

Jafar was already in the room when the warden and LaMontaigne arrived. No doubt the new Doctor was eager to implant more of his thoughts into the Warden's mind. Since LaMontaigne's arrival, Jafar had noticed he had been spending an awful lot of time with the Warden and that the Warden seemed to be quicker to anger of recent. It mattered not to him, however, it was simply an observation. He leaned on his long, Cobra-headed staff, scanning the room with crimson eyes hidden behind a porcelain white mask. His deep crimson attire, was obviously not what normal people wore in this day in age. Especially not in New York.

Perhaps that was why Jafar had taken such a kindling to Dr. Hook, he had a certain je ne sais quoi about him. He nodded respectfully as the others arrived in. He normally never inspected anyone, he was there as a formality and to make sure the staff was all following order. "Good afternoon Warden Liddle" Jafar said in a deep voice as he saw Alice.

When Alice told Grimm that he was going to deal with Cheshire LaMontaigne was visibly disappointed. In the year LaMontaigne had been there, not once had she allowed him to observe The Cheshire. He couldn't hide disapproval but said nothing about it.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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With a nobleman's cane in hand, Hook strode his way down the halls, face down, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. No matter how many times he has taken walks down here, the atmosphere had remained apprehensive, choking even. It didn't help matters knowing himself surrounded by truly deranged minds, dangerous ones, so far disconnected from reality that they feel nothing of their crimes. Even a portion of the staff was questionable, something abnormal he can't quite put a finger on just yet. Either way, someone had to keep the sails steady, else this vessel capsize.

He made it to the door of the meeting room, listening in briefly. Alice Liddle's tone was like a warning sign to his ears, twitching his moustache slightly as a nervous tick. Oh dear, sounds like someone's placed Ms. Liddle is into a sour mood, he thinks, taking in a sharp breath before crossing the threshold in graceful fashion along with a small bow.

"Greeings to you all, lady Liddle, sir Cassius, ah-," he pauses, glancing over at Jafar. He was one of the more unusual ones here, intimidating even, perhaps even more-so than Alice herself. And he was always hidden behind a mask and red robes, perhaps disfigurement? Either way, it was rude to stare "Greetings to you as well sir Jafar. I hope we are all in good spirits for today's... well, duties I suppose is a word for it."

Hearing that Alice will take charge of Don Quixote's inspection. The man was by far the least deranged inmate, at least, to the point that Hook questions why he's even here to begin with. There was even a thing of admiration that James had for the man, a man following a classical example of a noble knight, chivalry and honesty. His preliminary assessment was delusions brought about by a midlife crisis.

"A-ah, Alice, seems you favor our model patient as well, a hopeful case, a good man I'd even say," he says proudly, rubbing his chin as he rests his elbow on his cane. "As for me, well, given he thinks I'm some... character in his strange fantasies, I am left with Peter again today, I suppose. Unless some other gent wants to take the wheel for a change? Hm, have we ah, got more security now since the last incident at least? I'd rather avoid changing my last name to a plural."

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Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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#, as written by Sambea
Scarlette stared at the woman in red, though her eyes focused on the dress more so than that actual person in it. "I am doing well, thank you for asking. Though I much rather be where the people are." She answered. Her red hood was up, which it never came down unless she was taking off her cape... and Scarlette only took it off to bathe. She turned back to the wall. Tracing the images she had in her mind. She didn't care much for this woman. "If you must know, I slept as well as anyone. I mean... I sleep when I am bored, which I do get bored so much. You people won't give me my wolves back or let me see other people. My mother... that is who I really want to see more than anything." She looked over her hood towards the nurse. Scarlette was really not in the mood for lies, though she never was now that she was in her.

"Do not lie to me, nurse. I know very well what I can and can't have. As you can tell I am doing well. Write that on your paper and leave. I can tell by the way you stand that you have other things to do. I won't hold you any longer. Maybe as a thank you I can get some kind of company, even my imaginary friends are bored." She said before turning back to the wall for the last time.

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Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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Vitas smirked. marking down each answer as she went through the pages as if she didnt have a second care. At the thank you request she said simply "We shall see if you are able to vist with the other residents here. Until then I will have a orderly bring you some.... writing matierals." With that she slid the papers into the secure sealed safe anjd left the room. Scarlett was rather easy. Talkative a wee bit yes but still. a Good girl slowly getting ready to return to the world.

Maybe

Moving down the hall towards her desired cell she turned a corner. at that exact moment three things happened at once. the first was trhe klaxon blasting clear and stupidly fucking loud directly overhead as she stood below sucgh a speaker. The second was orderlies freaking out concerning something important, and finally, the mere briefiest hint of peter Banning fleeing down the hall away from her.

Oh joy....

Of all the times she had heard the klaxons going off she was in her office. She never saw what happened to the escapee. No. Her gaze turned however at the sudden shrieking of a spirte "Shut it!!" She hissed tersely briefly her body went limp in the hall as she left her body, her spirit visibly smacking something hard before returning to her body. Damned astral spirits drove her crazy! Why couldnt the dead stay dead ?!

She went down the hall to the corner and turned in time to see a tray go flying. Normally when she was about to see Aldric she let him into the Mirror Dimenesion, cracking the walls around him, letting him exit his cell into her own space. the cracks began to spread upon his walls within his cell. the portal point a literaly spiderweb of seemingly broken glasslike walls of white tile

But then Pan went down that exact hall. Vitas never really had to be called upon to take upon Pan in any manner, so she, for the moment, ignored the fleeing man, he would be caught soon enough she smurmised, instead she headed directly for Aldric's cell door. Where by her order, no orderly or guard was kept. She moved with a purpose towards Aldric's cell, the silver bars formed the wall along the hallway as she neared it the cracks continued, even muiltplied, to the point of forming free floating plexus patterns in the air of "broken wall" as she neared.

As the clock ticked past the one thirty mark Vitas spoke "Good afternoon Aldric." her voice to his ears was like sweet soft music aghainst the blasting of the thrice damned klaxon. She heard running steps. Crazy man was going to get himself killed. A flick of the wrist and the noise in his cell softened "Sorry about the noise, normally we do this in my office where the noise is softer. Banning has apparently gotten out of his room again" She stood outside the silver barred wall looking in.

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Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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WARNING: Extremely harsh Language, threats of sexual violence. Read at own risk.

Peter "Pan" Banning had escaped, and made a hell of a racket in doing so. Damn the bad fucking luck. Fuck this. As the siren blared, Aldric turned away from the cracking wall that was the entrance to the Mirror Dimension, and stood, his Jade eyes slowly becoming Amber, as if the color were being poured into a basin of water.

As Vitas rounded the corner towards his cell, a resounding howl echoed throughout the corridors, matching if not over-taking the sound of the Klaxon before the clanging of something slamming against metal filled the air. First the boy, now the Wolf. Having grabbed the bedframe, Aldric was spurred on by the sudden noise of the Klaxon, he first had entered a fight-or-flight mode, and then his secondary personality took over, sending him into fight mode. Taking his metal bed-frame, he lifted it with ease and began to slam it against the Silver Bars of his only open Cell wall in an effort to break either the door or the bars themselves. He wouldn't dare touch them.

He snarled and growled with each motion of effort, the sounds of a wolf fighting something echoed from the secured door-windows. Aldric was a large man, and stronger than any man normally, so this was normally no big deal for him. He threw his bed-frame through the Shattered Mirror Portal, his back facing Vitas as she stood before his cell door. he looked over his shoulder, shaggy black hair falling around his face, his rags that they gave him for clothes disheveled and nearly torn from the effort of containing his body while he moved so violently.

He snarled and huffed, baring his razor-sharp teeth, all of them pointed except for his molars at the back as his Amber eyes stared at the woman. "Too fucking late for "sorry" don't you think? You're probably the fucking person who set it off. Fuck you. Fuck this place, fuck your boss, fuck your cat, and fuck that little pompous girl you were talking to not five minutes ago." he yelled. His voice boomed, and was loud and clear. It rumbled one's very marrow and he was restless. His hands twitched and he paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off Vitas.

He noted the flash of Peter running past his door, banging on it, trying to rally him to escape. Stooping down in a flash, Aldric grabbed the discarded tray that once possessed the old food and threw it fast; narrowly missing Vitas as it traveled through the bars of his cell, and the first security door before hitting the bars of the second with a loud CLANG!

"Fuck off pretty boy! You're throat will be on my fucking wall!" he screamed, his voice devolving into a growl as he finished the sentence. He began to pace again, eyes darting around his cell, trying to find something else he could use to try and break down his cell door. Grabbing a chair, he lifted it and began to bang it vigorously against the barred door, the chair's legs snapping immediately with the one swing. Snarling he picked it up and slammed it against the ground, the wooden chair shattering into hundreds of large splinters.

He immediately snarled in Anger, arms and hands flexing hard in wrath before he turned to Vitas and pointed at her, screaming insults in Gaelic "Téigh Dtí Diabhail, a thóin mór! Gabh Transna Ort Fhéin, Is cuma sa toll feisithe liomsa! Ráicleach! Aiteann!", which translated to: "Fuck off, you Fat Ass! Go Fuck yourself sideways, I don't give a fuck! Slut! Cunt!" in English.

He snarled and then charged Vitas, kicking an old, half-stale piece of Broccoli at her in the process, the thing landing at her feet as he grabbed the silver bars, his hands immediately steaming as he growled at her before immediately letting go of the bars and growling in agony, his steaming hands immediately beginning to blister, and then heal slowly.

Finally he turned to look at her. "Why the fuck are you here, Talak? Here to ask me some fuckin' retarded questions about how I'm feelin'? Eh? Well I think it's PRETTY FUCKIN' OBVIOUS, AIN'T IT?!" he held his arms out, gesturing to his whole cell, now a mess, his hands shaking again from both the pain and the restlessness and agitation he faced at the moment. "Or maybe you're here to finally kill me? Huh? You'd fuckin' like that, wouldn't you? Kill me, that way I can't resist when you move in to try and fuck with me and my mind. Why not just fuck me? Eh? Take off those fucking sacks of shitty rags you call clothes and press your arse against the bars, eh? You'd fuckin like that, wouldn't you? So what the fuck do you want?"

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Vitas sidestepped the tray as it was flung at Peter. peter wasnt her concern, Aldric was. She understood nothing of what he said. Instead speaking calmly she motioned him forwards, as if against his better judgement as she herself stepped closer to the bars she had him right where she wanted him. As his hands steamed from the silver her right hand held him fast. ASnd yet when he tried to resit or grab her there was naught but smoke. "You are cute when you are angry. I wish I had more men like you before coming here to work."

However it was his tone with her of wanting to mess around that had her tilt her head, without even moving a solid SMACK was heard as she pointed at him, a terse tone to her voice. "Do not take that tone of mind with me young man. You need my help and you know it, who knows, your reqest for a quiet room, darker paneling, it may be granted, But only if you cvalm yourself down!" It was strange, she smacked him yet her hand never actually moved. So how did she actually reach through the bars to whack him in the snout ?

It didnt matter. For all she knew she set him off again. But her magic however negated the burning, healing him as fast as thevburns came if not faster than his own healing ability worked. "I am not here to kill you. What would I, you.... gain from death ? Nothing, that is what." She leaned close to him, "I have something for you. Something you have been wanting. I have given you my name, and you have given me more than enough to be fair exchange. So it is time for me to be fair with you and give you more.... in exchange for likewise from you." Mirrors floated around them, little brief images from her life, he was free to pick one, and they could chat over it.

Infact with him in this state was possibly the most words he'd ever spoken to her. Which she found odd.

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As her hand struck his face, she would find that his head didn't move like most other men, though his eyes closed in annoyance, the amber, now glowing orbs opening slowly to stare at the woman as she scolded him like a child, which only angered him further. His lips twitched, his massive canine teeth visible as he growled loudly at her. Within a flash his free hand moved to grab her, aiming to grab her by the neck, hair, collar, breast, arm - whatever he could grab - and begin to squeeze.

His grip would lessen, however, as his attention was captured by the floating images of the woman before him, his hand also loosening its grip on the bar, slowly beginning to either ready itself to grab her like the other hand, or retract into his cell. It was this momentary lapse in rage and action that calmed him down, and Jade began to slowly return to his eyes, which remained glowing as he looked around his body, letting out a few huffs, nostrils flaring and whole body seeming to shrink witch each sharp exhale before returning to its naturally massive size with each inhale. He looked to each of the moments, then to the ground, to Vitas, and assuming his hand was grabbing her, would release her from his grasp, and retract his hand from the space outside his cell as he turned to look around again; seeing the damage he'd done to the place. The broken chair, the bed that was just gone, in the Mirror Dimension, and the shards of wood from the chair after he had slammed it against the ground.

"I did this....." He spoke gently, his soothing bass voice barely above a whisper. His hands began to shake again, and his breathing sped up, labored, agonizing. High-pitched, feral whines escaped his throat as he looked at his still-healing hands. He looked at Vitas and turned his back to her, moving to the corner where his bed normally was, leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit, facing the corner. "Leave." he said. He wasn't requesting or asking her, but demanding she leave him alone. His voice was clear and stable, and he didn't turn to look back at her. He didn't care any more; he just wanted to be left alone.

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The shards of Vitas life floated around Aldric as he went to where his bed fell back into the matrial world, a bit worse or bent up for wear but still quite usible. Vitas sighed as a Orderly stepped into view. "I will return soon Aldric, choose one that most interests you. We will.... discuss things when I return. It seems our runaway has become.... rather enthralled with me" She said turning and seemingly fading away leaving the orderly, freaked out at being so close to the Wolf before he took his leave.

Vitas went towards where Pan had gone, finding two more orderlies who had fled Pan. "The boy had gotten past you hadnt he ?" The two nodded, Vitas jerked her head, "Which way ?" Once pointed the hall she could see it through her magic. Hmmm... It was time to have some fun....

She grumbled something as the shrill tones went off again, A flick of the wrist and eldritch red sparks formed in her hands forming a folding fan of a sort which she then used to fan herself, oh this was going to be fun. She made a mirror shard appear to Pans right. Another quickly forming in a hexagonal pattern. She smiled seeing how Pan was acting, so damn childish. the poor boy was going to get broken if he kept it up. The world around Pan began to shift and change rapidly as Vitas neared the location.

More mirror shards formed in a plexus pattern upon the wall to Pans right. It spread like a web, sifting and moving in exotic movements Cracks and groans were heard as the mirror pattern formed. the wall to his left suddely cracked and warped. What was going on ?

In the hall around the corner a good dozen or so paces away Vitas halted as bells rang in the astral plane. With a sharp grunt of something Vitas smacked the wall with an open palm "I said, Shut Up you fuckin' Sprite!!" The audible crack of breaking tile was heard from behind Pan. But when he turned to look all he saw was a brokoen mirror, shifting glass, a reflection of himself.

To Hooks left a mirror briefly floated past, briefly he saw shards of Vitas, first her bare foot, then the red dress she wore, the mirror seemed to trail its way up one leg, to her waist, then up to her chest and then up an arm before passing by her face, her left amber eye glittering brightly in the mirror Hook briefly viewed as ht floated past.

Vitas was coming.

This was going to be so much fun!!

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde
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"Cén fáth a bhfuil siad ar aghaidh chun iarracht agus cneasaigh dom? Ná bíodh a fhios acu nach féidir liom a shocrú? Ní thuigim. Níl mé ag iarraidh a thuiscint. Tá mé ag iarraidh a dhul abhaile. Baile. Le do thoil, lig dom dul abhaile." he muttered to himself in Irish, which translated to: "Why do they continue to try and heal me? Do not they know I can not be fixed? I do not understand. I do not want to understand. I want to go home. Home. Please, let me go home." in English.

As the shards floated around him, he stared at them, all of them. He didn't want this. He didn't care about Vitas's life; he just wanted to be left alone! He knew now that he wouldn't be left alone here, and with a loud, but low growl, one that echoed in the chamber and out to the corridor of the cell-block known as the Wolf's Den, stood, and grabbed his beaten bed-frame once more. With each slam of the bed against the silver bars, he snarled, the bestial sounds also echoing from his room to the corridor.

"Is cuma liom! Ba mhaith liom amach! Amach a rá liom! Más rud é nach mbeidh tú é a thabhairt dom, beidh mé in ann é féin!" he screamed in Irish, his booming voice bellowing forth more effort from his muscles, the loud bangs of his bed against the door of his cell growing louder and louder. His words meant: "I do not care! I want out! Out I say! If you will not give it to me, I will take it myself!"

Harder and harder he swung his bed frame, the metal on metal was an excruciatingly loud sound, and with it, his Secondary Personality came back, his Jade Eyes filling with Amber once more, causing him to swing even harder against the door. A crack formed in the ceiling of his cell, and the bars eventually broke, the door swinging open violently. He tossed his bed back to its corner, the thing no longer usable, and lifted his chin as he arched his back, and howled triumphantly, the howl louder than any siren in the Asylum.

"It's 'bout God Damned Time!" he growled as he exited his cell, ignoring the shards of Vitas' memories following him. The safety measures immediately went into action, raising the bridge between his cell and the other doors. Knowing full well it was made of silver, he grabbed it, and forced it back down while screaming in both effort and agony. Once it reached the ground, he stepped on it his feet also being seared by it before it began to rise again, and he slid down the bridge to the foot of the first door in his path. Beyond this door was a tranquilizer-dart-shooting room that would sedate him; he could smell the Sedatives.

Of course the door was reinforced with Silver bars, but the hinges were still regular metal; which while stronger than silver, didn't burn. Breathing hard, his feet and hands stinging, steam rising from them as they healed, he readied himself. Once his feet had healed enough, he began to shoulder slam the door, snarling and growling with each motion he did. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. After one more shoulder charge, his shoulder bone cracked, healed, and then was ready to go. He snarled, and began to pound on the door with his fists, the walls shaking around him as he unleashed his fury on the door. Eventually, that too would break off its hinges, falling to the ground within the room. He stopped, standing outside the door-frame, and reared his head to howl once more, this one twice as bestial as the last one, sounding genuinely like a wolf.

He slammed his fist against the frame, and grabbed at his face, his breathing sounding more and more like a snarling wolf as his mind delved further into its primal rage. "NO! I...am STRONGER than this.....BEAST!" he slammed his fist against the door-frame again, the wall shaking violently. Steeling himself, he got on all fours, and lunged forward with all his might, slamming into the last door, and breaking through it, albeit having been hit with at least ten of the intended Tranquilizer darts. He tore them out of his body and tossed them aside, grunting as his body began to convulse, though he was actively fighting it.

He was shifting.

He began to retch, and eventually hurled what little he'd eaten in the last twelve hours, his hands closing to fists as he let out pained screams of agony and despair, not wanting to shift. He screamed the word NO in every language he knew, every time sounding more bestial and less human as he slammed his hands against the floor, standing up and stumbling into the wall before collapsing onto the ground once more, onto his back, his body seizing and his mouth beginning to foam up.

Then bones began to snap.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde Character Portrait: Dr. Theodora Verde
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The final measure of this asylum was the most lethal and would actually cause severe pain to Aldric. Being there were quite a few magic users within these walls, Cassius, Theodora, Vitas and Jafar had concocted a setback. This was decided after Cheshire had got out, being Aldric and her were considered some of the most lethal their had to ways to keep them corralled. Although the place was secure, unlike technology magic was far more reliable. Thus as soon as Aldric found himself collapsing outside the cell a horrible agonising effect would happen. The sedatives were not conventional in fact they were pretty much unconventional, and if NY knew about this, it would be considered cruel and unusual. In short, the drug was in fact made solely to handle the worse patients. There had been protests from Jekyll, Hook and a couple other staff, but they had to relent that Aldric is too dangerous to take chances on.

In short, the concoction once exposed to his transformation had a drastic and painful effect. The patient very blood would begin to boil. This was similar concoction once used to contain Jekyll a man of similar disposition. The sedatives now actively were boiling his blood, the evident pain on display while his face struggled with pain would be truly horrific to watch. The further he got from the cell the more it would hurt. Although Aldric could survive this, by the end he would need to heal for a long time, as most of his insides were being cooked by his own blood.

Further, with him slowed down, the magical wards within the Asylum would start to counteract his transformation. The most likely outcome was Aldric collapsing in agony and falling into a deep coma.

Not even the original werewolf could withstand such malignant magic. In a way it was ironic, being his whole curse was caused by magic, but the magic was the only thing that could keep him contained.

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In spite of the padding that lined his room, Jack was able to hear the pounding and the howling all the way up in his wing.

"Shit, now the dog's trying to get out. Hope he tears that cat girl to shreds! That bitch freaks even me out."

This was beginning to get ridiculous. He hadn't even seen so much as an orderly through his door today. With Peter and Aldric trying to escape, it would be the perfect distraction for someone else to mount an escape.

"No, Jack, don't think that way. You're here to help these kids, not run out on them." He scolded himself. "But then, who am I helping while I'm stuck in this nut house, no one. That's it, I'm getting out of here."

Of course there was no doorknob on his side of the door, so it wasn't like he could freeze the lock. He tried to conjure an icicle, but the vent at the top of his cell that was disguised as a heating and air conditioning vent was in fact hooked up to a dehumidifier. It was keeping his room completely devoid of moisture. He couldn't conjure so much as a snowflake.

"Crap! I can't conjure anything. But, that isn't going to stop me."

He pressed his hand against the window on the door to his cell and concentrated. Within a few seconds there was a noticeable fog on it but he continued to hold his hand against the window until it was so cold he heard an audible crackling sound. It was now incredibly brittle. He pulled his sleeve down and clenched it in his fist to protect his knuckles as he punched the center of the one foot squared window and it shattered into tiny pieces. He glanced out the hole and didn't see any of the orderlies or doctors. He tried to reached out to grab the doorknob, but found that he couldn't put his hand through the hole as there was a magic ward that prevented his hand from passing through it.

"Well, maybe it will prevent me from getting out of here, but..." He got an evil grin as he picked up one of the shards of glass from the window and slipped it into his sleeve. "Inspection will be very interesting."

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Pain. Pure, unimaginable Pain.

Aldric's body continued to seize violently, as his body both tried to shift and began to cook itself alive the more it did so. His mind was screaming for his body to stop, but of course nothing would work. Finally his mouth and throat opened and he let out some of the most blood-curdling screams of agony that anyone had ever heard, either here, or in any other asylum in history. Said screams were followed by more, as his back arched and foam fell down his cheeks from his mouth. He flipped onto his hands and knees and hurled pure stomach acid as his skin began to turn red from his blood boiling within him.

"MAKE IT STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE MAKE IT STOP!!!" he begged at the top of his cooking lungs. It was questionable as to how conscious he was at the time of saying that; or of which personality was currently in charge of his mind and therefore presenting itself to the world, but he was definitely no longer shifting. He managed to start to crawl back to his cell's outer door, agonizing howls and whimpers of a canine in pain echoing from his throat as his legs gave out and he began to drag himself slowly. His body began to seize again, and he puked up a large amount of blood off to the side against the wall, flopping on his back as he fought for consciousness, his eyes rolling back into his head before returning after a few blinks, then rolling back, and repeating the process at least ten times as orderlies and armed guards ran down the hall to contain and secure him. He was sweating profusely and half the hall-way smelled of vomit and sweat, the smells mixing and assaulting the noses of any heading his way or within the general area.

His whole body continued to seize, albeit at a slightly less violent pace, and finally his eyes rolled back, and he stopped, his body going limp, save for the occasional twitch or movement of his chest as he breathed. He'd be out for at least a week.

Some time Later.


Aldric's eyes snapped open and he sat up screaming in pain for a second before realizing he was no longer in said pain. Panting hard, he moved to try and touch and check all over his body After making sure he was still there, he sighed, and laid back down, still breathing quite heavily. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed down, and his heart-rate likewise slowed, and he sat up once more, looking around. His cell. His damn cell, reinforced and rebuilt it seemed. From what he could see, it looked the same, what he couldn't see, however, were the titanium reinforcements for the bars of his cell and the hinges and lock of his door.

The bridge's retractability was upgraded, allowing it to both raise and retract at lightning speeds in order to stop him from escaping anywhere fast. He sighed again, and swug his feet off the edge of his bed, putting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he embraced his lot in life.

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of his outburst and escape was that no progress in his rehabilitation had really been lost. In fact, at the moment he seemed more inclined to respond to outside stimulus. However at the same time, if he were to have a gun, he'd be trying to shoot himself at the moment.

With yet another sigh, he leaned back against the wall of his cell, staring out at the doors across the gap from his cell.

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Hook turned to Pan, who was more than eager to face his old foe. This had worked out better than James had expected, didn't even have to search for him! With taser in hand, he readied himself, with the poise of a practiced fencer, a smirk on his face as he gets into character.

"What's that, Peter? Lost your fairy again, have we? You really should consider putting a bell on her, oh wait," he jokes, chuckling a bit forcibly, twirling the taser like it were a rapier. "Can't see I've seen her, though, but anyways... it is about us now, you won't be getting the drop on me this time, boy."

With this, he hears someone nearby Dr. Theodora who has happened upon their little performance, to which he casts a shaky crooked grin, signaling with his eyes that it isn't exactly safe here. Odd as she was, Theodora seemed sane to him, certainly competent enough as a child psychiatrist, so he never really thought to question her. Sanity was in short order here anyways, so any amount is appreciated.

Unfortunately, things would only get more chaotic rather than less, as he readied himself to try to apprehend Peter, the sound of howls and wails, and mad mutterings, slamming sounds against doors and walls, muffled but still they reach the ears. All this, blatant signs that the patients have become agitated. Blast it all, this is what I wanted to avoid.

A tingle goes up Hook's spine as he catches a glimpse of something to his left, a mirror, shards, and an image of a woman. It took him only a moment to realize that the head nurse... the magician woman as he calls her, Vitas, had entered their area. It would also take him only a moment to realize what poor timing it is, taking in a sharp breath, dreading if Peter were to see his reflection, if he were to break from his more whimsical persona. Damn it, of all the rotten... just keep looking my way! Egh! After this, maybe I should consider a patient that is less savage on my joints.

With the sudden panic of Pan cracking into another fit of hysteria, he quickly side steps and thrusts forward into a lunge, with taser held out, sparking to life with voltage. Hopefully that extracurricular in fencing would pay off for once.

"En garde!"

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As the two orderlies held Pan to his knees of the tile floor a voice spoke "Stay a moment" the mirrors faded away as Pan and pulled to his feet by the two men. A woman with black hair and dressed in red stepped around him, allowing Hook to see her clearly as her dress brushed against Peter before she turned her attenion on Pan directly. She murred something and rubbed her ear. "You are in a hospital young man. Screaming like this could loose you your voice." She gently tapped his throat when he started to go hoarse in his screaming. Soothing the pain "Better ?" She smiled.

Her amber gaze went to the two orderlies "Take him to.... "She seemed to hesitate before contining "Return him to his room, triple the lock." The men nodded as she turned to Hook, "Nice left jab there Dr Hook. If you'll excuse me unless you need me for something, I shall take my leave" She gave a simple smile, yet her amber eyes denoted something different. She hesitated but a moment should Hook wish to speak.

A moment later and she took her leave of him in full. Heading down a hall to the right. The shards of mirror leading her path it seemed as the ground shifted under her feet as she walked, changing the pattern of the flooring into something of sheer beauty as she headed for a certain cell.

Stepping into view she saw Dr Jykell sitting outside the cell, with the window in the door broken. Hmp. Silly boy. Her amber eyes glittered as she neared, hearing Jack speak. She grunted something, shards of mirror cracked the wall within his cell. Some were floating freely within the cell itself. Allowing Vitas to see the boy.

But the mirror shard worked two ways, for it let Jack Winters see Vitas' face, Not many people got to see it so clearly. Amber eyes, ink black hair, fairly tanned skin, but what was most alarming was the corruptive power that Jack could see through the mirror. Of course when he'd see her in person there was no signs of corruption or scars upon her skin.

Stepping up to Dr Jykell she spoke. She had the look of a demure Nurse. yet her voice spoke volumes "Dr Jykell, you look tired, let me handle the boy. Get some rest" She said simply, of course the way she said it meant as if "goodmorning" was an invitation to bed by her tone alone, She did have a way with men at times "I am quite sure he'd listen better.... to a woman." She added, giving Jykell a look. That made sense... sorta

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Jack was still sitting on his bed when Vitas showed up and dismissed Dr. Jekyll. He had to admit that he was a bit disappointed that he didn't get to observe Dr. Jekyll's reaction to his comments for himself.

However, this disappointment was soon replaced with confusion as the wall behind his bed fractured into what looked like mirror shards. His first instinct was to hold perfectly still and not touch anything. But one of the larger shards began to float in front of his face. It didn't act like a typical mirror, it was more like a window. He didn't see his own reflection as he expected, but rather he saw Vitas on the other side of the door. But she didn't look like she usually did, it was like she had the weight of something awful hanging over her. There were a few scars that he hadn't seen before as well. She was no doctor, she was a sorceress and Jack was one of the few who was able to see this.

"Hello Miss Warmoon." Jack spoke into the floating shard. He was doing his best to ignore the shifting room around him. "It's a rare pleasure to see you here today. It's not often I get someone who sees things for what they are. Hmm, your mirror seems to show the true nature of things, I wonder what you see on your side." Jack mused without looking up, his bangs covering his eyes.

"I take it you're here to reprimand me for breaking the window here as well. There's no need to worry, the ward on the door frame worked and I wasn't able to reach out of window. Was that your handy work or was it Miss Verde's. She seems to be quite the magic user, but am I the only one who thinks she looks a little green around the gills? I wonder what your mirror would show if she were in front of it." He grinned a sly grin as he finally looked up and into the mirror and into Vitas' amber eyes, brushing his hair out of his own electric blue eyes. "So how about you come inside and do what ever it is you came here for. It's not like you think I'm dangerous or anything. The dehumidifier they think I don't know about prevents my powers from being effective in here. Let's get this over with."

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Dr Jekyll was taken aback by Jack's words. He couldn't understand how Jack was so able to ignore the atrocities committed by the other inmates. A semblance of struggle could be seen in his eyes as he maintained composure, although stood up to turn away as Jack spoke "-or just the two of you?"
Facing away Jekyll spoke quietly in defeat, just loud enough for Jack to hear "I'm trying to be genuine. If Mr Hyde is what I really am then it's my duty to reject that."

Holding his hand over his eyes, the head nurse Vitas Warmoon approached him, offering to take over, Jekyll's approach to Warmoon was one of respect but restrained trust. He could tell she wasn't entirely forthright about her intentions. "Vitas, there won't ever come a time where I will ask to mend one of your patients. I have faith in your abilities, and I only ask that you have faith in mine."

Jekyll listened to Jack take jabs at Miss Warmoon, sighing in frustration. Jack's stubbornness in believing he sees the truth in people makes him an extremely formidable nut to crack. If he could see the true Peter Banning, for instance, he wanted not see the dangerously insane patient they were trying to cure. It was almost insulting to Jekyll, a man who had spent so much of his time in understanding the very chemical makeup of the human psyche. Heck, he split his in two. At the same time his studies proved that he could change Jack. When compared to others Jack's crimes weren't too horrendous, All he needed was to see that this institute is here to work with him rather than against. However, with staff like Vitas, Jekyll struggled to hold that integrity. A lurking thought resided in Jekyll's mind, perhaps pushed forward by Hyde that suggested that maybe Jack has a right to be fearful. If the staff were taking advantage of their positions to manipulate inmates... The thought made Jekyll sick.

"Jack, you need to work with us. I promise, there's a way out of here. But it takes time. Co-operation. I am your doctor, yes. And I have hope that like me, you will master your own demons. I don't want you to fall further into the rabbit hole, as it were."

As he finished speaking, and orderly approached him. "We have our new patient from evaluation. Belle LeFaun. Doctor's appointment." Jekyll recalled receiving the new inmate, and had already read her report from the police. With all the chaos during the day he had almost forgotten."Yes, I'm aware. Miss Warmoon, it appears you've lucked out. I want you to stay within your boundaries. I'll be studying the transcript tonight."

After receiving a response from Jack or Vitas, Jekyll would head to Belle's cell. He was actually relieved. Jack seemed intent on bringing out his Hyde. And as head psychiatrist, Jekyll didn't feel comfortable with someone other than himself or Alice attending Belle. Maybe this inmate would be a little more courteous. Reaching her cell door, Jekyll knocked. He knew only he could open it from his side, but he felt it was better than barging in.

"Miss LeFaun? I'm here for your appointment. My name is Doctor Henry Jekyll. May I come in?"

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Jack Winters Character Portrait: Till Eulenspiegel Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon Character Portrait: Don Quixote Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde Character Portrait: Diana 'Snow White' Blumenthal Character Portrait: The Genie Character Portrait: Doctor Frankenstein Character Portrait: Dr. Theodora Verde Character Portrait: Belle LeFaun
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It had been a chaotic and long day, not the longest, but still pretty exhausting. Once the damage had been measured by the staff it was realised Cell Security needed to be updated with The Wolves Pit practically being rebuilt after Aldric almost escape attempt. While this went on during next two weeks.

Alice received word of a Juvenile Behavior Therapist interested in the position. Being, Peter Banning was still an issue with Jack too being a problem it did seem rather like a good idea.

Unfortunately, the problems outweighed the good, Salem, one of the inmates committed suicide the week after.

Alice, though, was steadfast, despite these major complications. Many would have buckled under the intense pressure from this all, but after her last breakdown, she seemed to attempt to keep herself coordinated. Even odder was when someone mentioned Cheshire or regarding progress of that patient, a nostalgic smile traced over Alice's lip. Something weird was certainly happening, but without further investigation, there was no need to overreact.

In the past when Cheshire was mentioned, Alice's sadism seemed to emerge quite prominently and she got angry and demanded cruel and unusual punishments for Cheshire. Now though, seemed rather calm, some may say downright intrigued by the progress. Some Doctor's have noticed her giggling and commenting during the staff meeting, 'Oh yes, she is such a wicked thing." not a lie, but the way it was said, suggested something of less towards nature.

It has been two weeks since the incident, cells have rebuilt and refitted, Aldric out of his coma and it has been reasoned by Jekyll, Warmoon and even Alice that perhaps Aldric could get outdoor privileges. It is believed that this could resolve much of his cabin fever and also provide the freedom he needs while under supervision. Of course, with this, the Garden now had to be just as warded heavily with magic. But, that was not difficult to do.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the darkness down within the crypt was stirring, it felt the weakness growing within all. Oh, how the boy who cried, cried so hard for it to stop. But now his only sound was the swinging from the metaphorical Gallow's Pole. It must work slowly, and not rush, especially as many of these magic users, if they knew, could strengthen this prison, this cell so not even the maddening cruel voice could speak in their darkest thoughts. Oh yes, it would be patient and in time Wonderland would become the Kingdom of this new Earth with the twisted aberrations of subjects that made up inmates and staff.

Once it was free, only once it was free

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Bored. Aldric was Bored. Laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, his hand searched around the bed for something to fiddle with. Today was a good day, so-to-speak. He wasn't as depressed as he normally was. Though he was bored, and depression wasn't very far behind. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to be interviewed, interacted with. He didn't care who, whether it was Vitas, Jekyll, hell even Alice herself.

The poor man was bored.

Sitting up as he heard the clock Toll 11:00 AM, he leaned back against the wall and stared across the gap at the raised silver bridge, and behind it, the newly put in blast-doors to ensure he couldn't get out. He wanted out, but he wanted out in a more civil way. It was stuffy in his cell now; and being outside in the garden, where he could smell fresh air and feel the sun on his skin, would be a welcome change; and provide some time to clean and sanitize his cell and the air within if Alice deemed it necessary.

He was quiet, however, listening to the sounds of the Asylum outside of his cell, and though while muffled, he could make them out. He could make out the pacing of other inmates. He could hear the clocks ticking across the asylum, he could hear the rattling of pills and of bars, and the clinking of glasses or metal on metal. He could smell the sweat of the other inmates and the workers. He could smell the food that was being prepared for lunch, and he could even smell the perfume that someone was wearing. He wasn't sure who, but then, perfume was meant to hide scents.

Tilting his head back, he decided to test the waters, letting out a loud, yet gentle howl, similar to those heard on moon-lit nights in yellow-stone. A singular, deep howl not of pain, or triumph, or rage, but of reaching out, and seeing who would respond. It was a howl that meant "I am here, is there anyone else here, too?" He held this howl for a good ten seconds before stopping, listening to the sound of his bestial voice echo throughout the corridors of the asylum like an eerie, lonely ghost. His hand went to his stomach as it gurgled quietly; he was hungry.... He'd request an extra portion of meat today if they would listen. If they gave him meat instead of half-stale veggies and boxed milk like everyone else.

Life was hard, boxed up in a silver cage with nothing to do. One's mind began to wander. What questions would they ask him today? What would they offer in return for his answers? Would they feed him at all? Did they know he was still here? Who was that little girl calling out for her dogs? Was she a little girl? How old was Alice, really? How old was he? What was age? What was time? These mindless questions mused around in his head as he yawned quietly and flopped to the side to nap.

Life was boring.

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Two weeks had passed since that first inital day of sessions with the young man. Two weeks of interesting experiemtns and for the young mans eyes, fun.

Of course he knew the truth of her something off about her. But it didnt matter. No. what mattered was information to be had, he knew her name. He'd seen her face. Her true face. Scales of silver and black were around her eyes in the Mirror Dimenesion.

In one of their sessions his door was replaced, no window. But honestly she didnt care either way and through the Mirror Dimenesion had created a window for him to look out at the world. She knew where he was at all times even if the place was ever shifting kalaediscope of movement and landscapes.

the young mans magic worked perfect there. In some cases it was, like her own, magnified greatly. Allowing him to do what he once was able to without need of a stick, or otherwise.

But the only hope Vitas really had of finding his past, was to get him to make a piece of ice in a certain place. And in the Mirror Dimeneion what better way to get to that place than to open a window into memories ?

So that was what she did

As was typical of their sessions the last two weeks, well befoer she neared his room the walls started to crack or mirrors floating in the air. This time however it didnt happen, instead. A spark of blood red swirled upon the wall in the place of his door. there was no mirrors, no cracked walls. Nothing. And briefly, not even she was seen beyond the portal But something else strangely, hauntingly familar was beyond the portal.

But then again she didnt want to be seen. Which was long enough to give the boy the chance he needed to grap a certain sharp item he'd kept hidden, just waiting to use it as he slid it up his left sleeve....

Vitas never noticed his movements as she finally simply, appeared in his room mere feet away. "Did you have a nice rest ?" She had no idea what he was planning. All she wanted from him was information, ontop of that she could help him with his case. He may have killed a innocent, but he didnt do it out of cold blood or fear, but something else entirely. Infact to her, he did it right, just.... sloppy at the time due to the many witnesses seeing him doing the deed. Had he done it secretly, or unseen at the time it'd be easier. But no. That wasnt the case. Which suited her just fine

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Jack had slid the shard up his sleeve when he thought that Vitas wasn't looking. He wasn't sure what he expected to do, but he wanted to be prepared given that things were not going as they usually did this session. "I'm trapped inside of a fucking asylum while there are children suffering all over the world. Children I could be helping. So no, I didn't exactly rest well, I never rest well."

The swirling portal seemed to open up into the past. Not just to the past, to the day that changed him forever. "This isn't funny." He growled at her. "This isn't fair. Why are you doing this to me? Don't tell me you don't believe my story, we both know that's bullshit." He started crying, his tears freezing and falling to the floor. She remained silent as he stood outside the portal. "Fine you wanna see this, let's go." He walked through the portal and waited for Vitas to follow.

Suddenly they were in Plymouth, Maryland in the 1600's. They were outside of Jack's family's lake house in late December. There was a little boy, only about ten years old, playing in the snow with his sister. They were having a snowball fight. The little girl was on the dock of lake. "That's me." he said dryly to Vitas. Then it happened. Out of the forest came a figure that looked like it was made of shadows. The figure's shape was continuously shifting. Young Jack froze in his tracks, he closed his eyes and started chanting "I don't believe in monsters." over and over.

"My father told me one time when I was scared that if I said that, the monsters would go away." He explained to Vitas. "Yeah a lot of good that did."
The creature swirled around his screaming sister before forming into a giant clawed hand, picking her up and throwing her into the lake. It then began circling young Jack. "You think lying will save you boy?" it hissed at him.

"No!!! Leave him alone!" Jack screamed at the creature before showering it with icicle spears. It did nothing to the creature these were all just illusions. He watched helpless as young Jack dove into the water to get his sister, but she couldn't swim and the water was so cold. She died there on the shore of the lake. The scene shifted to Christmas morning when young Jack woke to find his parents hanging from the rafters. He said nothing and just walked outside and into the lake. The scene changed again to later that day when he woke up on the shore, confused and depressed. "After I hit eighteen, I stopped aging." Older jack explained. "I discovered my powers soon after. I tried killing my self at least a hundred more times after that, always woke up perfectly fine."

The scene shifted a final time to the day that landed him in the asylum. He was in a parking garage and he looked exactly the same as he did now. He had been chasing a creature that looked like the same thing that had killed his sister. He had found out from other beings that this was the creature commonly known as the boogy man. He had thrown an ice spear at the creature piercing it through the chest. The shadows swirled and drained away to reveal a human being. The creature swirled back around Jack. "You'll never win, you can't save them all." it laughed before fading away into the shadows of the night. Then the cops came.

The portal appeared behind them and they walked through again.
"Why, you fucking bitch? Why did you make me relive that horror again?" He pulled out the shard of glass and began furiously stabbing at her chest over and over. He knew she'd be fine, but he didn't care. He wanted to hurt her like she hurt him. "What do you gain by this? You didn't earn the right to see that! Get the fuck out of my room! Get out of my head!" He screamed at her before falling to his mattress in a fetal position, the glass falling out of his hand. His own blood spilled to the floor as the edges had cut his hand as he grasped it.

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Vitas watched the events unfold around them, the memories Jack wanted to keep to himself. But she couldnt remember them at that moment, no, she ewas focused on the creature that killed his sister, the creature he tried to kill that possessed a human being. A creature that for all intents and purposes, was not to exsist in reality or at least outside the Dark Dimenesion or even the Ancient Diemnesion.

Stepping out of the portal as it reappeared with Jack by her side she was about tospeak when he stabbed her dead in the heart, the glass going deep and just barely missing her heart itself, breaking through bone as the sheer force of willpower alone not to mention his sheer cold touch to the glass made it freezing cold that for a brief moment.. a very brief moment...

The raw power that corrupted her faded from her, briefly, Jack could see in the Mirror Dimenesion that she trukly was a beautiful young woman. Her bright amber eyes shining from within before the corruptive magic returned as he pulled the glass to stab again. She brought her arm up, he stabbed into it. then let go of the glass and fell upon his bed, the glass lodged in her arm as she stared at herblooded hand where the glass tore bone and muscle.

For a long moment she said nothing, simply staring. It had been a long time, too long, since anyone had drawn blood on her. She removed the glass from her arm, and gently lifted his hands one after the other, healing the injuries even inflicted upon himself. "Your case is a dangerous one child. What I wanted to see was the creature, the darkness you have hunted, and nearly destroyed when you took that mans life. I think I have recognsied it. I understand that you want to keep memories of certain nature to yourself. But it had to be done in order to see what truly haunts you. That creature of shadows....."

"Jack Frost.... Old Man Winter.... locked away..... I remember you now" By then Vitas voice had changed, the world shifted in a tangled landscape around them as they were suddenly in the Mirror Dimenesion. Her voice grew deeper, corrosive as the corruptive power she used darkned her tone. Long ago you hunted it. The shadows haunted you.... pitch black shadows were your enemy... nightmares...."

Her voice returned to normal then as she healed herself of the wounds inflicted. "I can help you with your case Jack. Do you want out of here or not ?" She could see him as her ticket to getting her own tasks ended. But it was him that was going to want to get out of there. They had to find him mentally complaint for trial after all. And if she could prove him mentally compliant and also not guilty then it would pave the way for her revenge on certain parties. "Provided we get you close enough, I can even take you outside...." The landscape around them shifted in a plexus of color and ever changing landscapes as she spoke. Finally it shifted once more and it seemed like they were in ther hallway of a grand victorian home "For example I could take you here.... to my home... To safety asway from this place... away from your worst fears"

The option was there. The pitch was tossed, it was hit or strike. Would he swing ?