Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters »

Players Wanted: Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D »

0
followers
follow

Damian Mason

"Like a bite from a vampire."

0 · 225 views · located in Tearmainn for the Mad

a character in “This Animal I Have Become”, as played by Thäntos

Description

PATIENT NAME: Damian Jared Mason Image

PATIENT AGE: Twenty-Three

PATIENT DESCRIPTION: Damian has a crop of unruly hair; the dark brown curls are always an attractive heap upon his head, unkempt and uncared for. Hunter green eyes sparkle with a twisted lust and are undershadowed by dark circles produced by many nights staying up late by his computer -- they never seemed to fade away. Over the years his eyesight has deteriorated to the point he cannot read anything which is not right in front of him and as his gaze wanders away, everything seems to blur into one. Damian is prone to migraines due to eye strain. He's considered of average height for a male his age, being just under six foot at five-eleven. His mesomorphic build is well looked after; Damian keeps his body in top physical condition by doing anything he can and eating right. However his anaemia causes his muscles to become weak, his mind to become tired, and the shortness of breath. His pale skin tone is also a result of the illness. He has little scars, only a few dating back to childhood from falling off his bike or knocking his knees. The usual. As for other markings, the entire right hand side of his body from the neck down to the waist (arm included) is decorated with tribal marks which are dark brown in colour. For a full image, look here

PATIENT PERSONALITY DISORDER: Hematolagnia. In simple terms it is having sexual interest or paraphilia for blood. To but it even simpler, when Damian sees even the slightest amount of blood, it instantly gets his own pumping. If more and more is witnessed, he gets aroused. Putting him in such a place where the patients are regular self harmers or harm those around them, isn't the best of ways to be aiding him. Damian doesn't see a problem with his "addiction" but others do because it can get to the point he will harm others for the sake of tasting that drop of blood. Unfortunately it starts there and escalates to the point he can badly hurt others, especially during intercourse; he has difficulty in keeping a relationship because of this. Usually he is kept away from the self-harmers or those with injuries. Never does he hurt himself just to bleed. It doesn't have the same effect.

PATIENT HISTORY/PARENTAGE: Damian's fetishes all began when he was at the age of thirteen. He would surf the internet late at night to watch porn and jerk off. It started off your normal, mild stuff, but soon that wasn't doing it for him and he sought more kinkier and disturbing videos. That was when he came across a certain BDSM site where many a time he would spend his time there, watching the woman or man bleed at the mercy of someone else. It was just electrifying in a sense and he had to try it himself. After another painful year spent with no one but his computer, he got his first girlfriend. Damian lost his virginity when he turned fifteen and it was hardly the first-time experience any woman wanted. He tried out various things, but the one thing which he loved most, was blood. He would scratch and bite, even cut with knives at his partner, and lap up the blood with a twisted smile and haze in his eyes. Soon it became out of control. He'd done something to a fellow employee without their consent and his boss was quick to catch on. Damian was fired and arrested. Later he was sent to Tearmainn to fight his so-called "addiction".

PATIENT'S FAVORITE PEOPLE: To Be Decided. Although I can see him taking a distinct liking to the self-harming character and the psychopath as they seem the most likely to bleed.

PATIENT'S LEAST FAVORITE PEOPLE: To Be Decided.

OTHER: Nothing currently.

Image

So begins...

Damian Mason's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zak Ciaran Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Dr. Addi O'Neil Character Portrait: Harlan Sheridan Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by HypeR
Dr. Addi O'Neil


I walk into Tearmainn and I am greeted by a nurse. "Hello and welcome to Tearmainn Dr. O'Neil. Would you like a brief description of each patient, Doctor?" I nod my head with a faint smile as I walk with the nurse and she describes each patient.

"Patient number 100, Zak Ciaran, 19 years of age, suffers from Schizophrenia, danger to mostly himself, slightly paranoid, small case of SPD, fragrant smoker, curses a lot, antisocial, OCD, and slight speech impediment. Had him on record for about three years now."

"Patient number 101, Madelyn Rayburn, 19 years of age, suffers from severe paranoia, possibly dangerous to herself and others, avid addiction to smoking, occasional drinking, rarely occurring episodes, can have delusions. Has been here about a year now."

"Patient number 102, Damian Mason, 23 years of age, suffers from Hematolagnia, danger to others. He hasn't been here too long so we don't have much on him."

"Patient number 103, Rosie Clark, 18 years of age, suffers from serve MPD, three personalities as of date being 'Rosie' 'Kelly' and 'Julie', does not know of the 'others', slight danger to others depending on who's 'out', raped as child by father, mother disappeared. She has been here about a year or two now."

"Patient number 104, Harlan Sheridan, 21 years of age, suffers from sociopathy, danger to others emotions, needs constant mental simulation. He's really twisty, he has been here for about 6 months or so."

"Patient number 105, Arrow McBeth, 17 years of age, suffers from server depression, socially awkward, anxious, lack of emotion, danger to herself. Hasn't been here too long."

"Patient number 106, Tristan Kenin, 19 years of age, suffers from psychopathy, lacks understanding of emotion, has no feeling emotion wise, not much of danger, slight danger to others in the lack of emotion wise. Hasn't been here too long."

Seven patients I have to talk to. Seven patients I have to help. Seven patients all with different problems who grew up in different circumstances. "I'm ready to start talking." I say to the nurse. "Start sending each patient one by one in order to my office so I may introduce myself." The nurse looks at me strangly and I walk in my office as she head down to the recreation room to get the first patient.


Zak


The Recreational Room, the place where all the patients in this damn MadHouse can come and interact. Hardly any interacting every happens because everyone's so damn antisocial. You're the antisocial one, Zak. Then there's those fucking voice. They calm down after the nurse give me those pills in the morning, but they still keep talking.
In the Recreational Room, everything is clean and neat. There's a carpet so people can't smash each others faces into the ground. There's couches in front of a TV that's locked in a bullet proof plastic box that's bolted to the floor so no one can smash there head in the TV to kill themselves. There's a coffee maker and a kettle for tea that both stop heating so no one can kill themselves by pouring boiling water on their head. And the only eating utensil they give us is a plastic spoon. Not a spork, a spoon! A fucking spoon! Have you ever tried eating steak with a spoon? Well it's fucking hard!
I sit at the round table in the recreational room next to the window and I watch every body and listen to the voices in my head. No body likes you...Kill them all...hurt yourself and leave...Kill! Die! Hurt! They just don't stop. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump then look up to see a nurse. "Dr. O'Neil would like to meet you." I know the deal, so I stand up and follow the nurse into some old guys office. The old guy was little and had glasses that made his eyes look big. Ahhhh! The voices scream instead of talk sometimes to just get on my nerves and make me go crazy. The nurse sits me down in the chair in front of the doctors cluttered desk.
"Hello, Zak, I'm Dr. Addi O'Neil. I'm the new psychologist and I'm here to tell you that we are dropping your medication." The Doc says with a smile on his face. At this the voices scream louder.
"Dropping the medication? Why? We can't drop the medication. I need it." I say as I shift around in the chair trying to get comfortable and ignore the screams.
"Yes, Zak. I don't believe in medication. The only thing to help is to talk, do you understand?" The Doc said calmly.
"Yeah, Doc, I understand perfectly well that you're a fucking idiot!" At the sound of my yelling, the nurse comes in and walks me back to the recreational room and gets the next patient.


Make sure in your first post you include going to see Dr. Addi O'Neil and talk about the dropping of every ones medication

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Dr. Addi O'Neil
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

“Patient number 102, Damian Mason, 23 years of age, suffers from Hematolagnia, danger to others. He hasn't been here too long so we don't have much on him.”

Upon being introduced, dark green eyes looked up from his book to the new member of staff; he knew he wasn’t a patient as he was far too old and dressed all fancy like to be. His head tilted to the side, regarding him with a cold gaze as his attention went from patient to patient.

All of them sat quietly by themselves in the recreational room. To his disappointment, all of them were unharmed as they had been locked up in their padded cells with jackets on which made you hug yourself. Those were the dangerous and violent ones, the ones who tended to make themselves bleed. Just the thought made his fingers twitch. Last week Arrow had been dragged out of her cell and taken to the nurse because she managed to injure herself quite badly. Luckily Damian had a glance at the bleeding wounds on her arms and damn was that hot.

His hungry green eyes looked over to the self-harmer and he flashed a sadistic smile. He could pick out the scars on her arm and body and just imagined the damage what would have been done and the amount of thick blood pouring from each self inflicted cut. These intoxicating thoughts were even beginning to turn him on and his head tilted back, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull and a groan passing his lips as he reached a hand down to touch himself.

Damian was brought back to reality by a hand grabbing his wrist and he opened his eyes to glare harshly up at the nurse.

“Dr. O’Neil would like to speak with you.” She told him, returning his hard stare. He was taken by the hand and lead into an office cluttered with paperwork yet to be sorted. The door was closed behind him and Damien’s attention was quickly on the old man sitting at his desk.

“Have a seat.” He motioned for his patient to sit down and reluctantly Damian sat on the chair, his feet kicked up onto the table; he didn’t treat this place like the prison it was, rather like a holiday camp in which he could leave at any point. He wasn’t sick. “My name is Dr. Addi O’Neil, and I understand you’re our most oldest patient here, Damian.”

“I’m not a patient, all of these people here have problems.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

The doctor sighed and just continued on with what he was planning to say. “In any case we’re dropping your medication. I believe we can help you more if we just talk about it.” Damian rolled his eyes. “You have a problem, Damian Mason, and we’ll help you get better.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes and took his feet from the table, leaning forward and glaring at him. “I don’t have a problem. I don’t need help. And I don’t need to get better. What I do need is for you psychos to let me go.”

“I can’t do that, Damian. Not until you learn to overcome your disorder. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other patients I need to see…”

“Fine.” He was quick to his feet, pushing the chair back and turning to stalk towards the door. Upon opening it he was greeted with a nurse who lead him back to his original seat. Damian once more picked up his book and sat down with a heavy huff.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sonya Asano

Walking down the quiet halls of the Asylum was the young psychologist, Sonya. It was her first day and to say she hadn't been a bit nervous would be an understatement. Clad in a black mesh inslet dress, hugging all the curves of her petite frame with a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps. The medium-sized shoulder briefcase hung closely to the proximity of her shoulder, while the large paper cup filled with dark caffeinated liquid sloshed around. Coffee. Something she found herself drinking more and more of.

Bringing the cup to her lips to take a small sip left traces of her cerise lip stain on the rim. She planned to speak to few patients before actually starting their treatment. It was so important to make them feel comfortable or else the sessions would become a pain in the ass. Of course she'd always get that one or two patient(s) that refused her help either way - though it only motivates her to try harder.

Last night had been a tough night for her. Among working on her living arrangements, trying to tie things over back over in California and adjusting to the colossal time change, she was exhausted. Moving always had it's drawbacks but commuting to an entire new country had a whole new set of complications as proven.

Finally finding her office, Sonya used her untenanted hand to push open the door. Her cyan eyes scanning over the spacious, modern room. Everything from the monumental bookstand, to the well polished sleek desk and leather lounge chairs relaxed her. She sat her bag atop of the table along with the hot cup of brew.

After a few brief mintutes of setting up, getting familiar with things a young nurse entered the room.

"Hi, Dr. Asano. We have several patients waiting for introduction. Are you ready for the first?"

Looking up from her desk, Sonya set her pen down beside her note pad."Oh, sure. Yes send them in right away."

"Okay, they will be here shortly."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Luflice
Read a book to entertain yourself. Watch some crappy TV to entertain yourself. That were all the choices he got it seemed, besides going to talk to the doctors of course, and he was far from doing that.

" What to do, what to do. " He whispered to himself, leaning back in the chair, which actually meant hitting the legs of it with his head as he was sitting on it the other way around. Or lying, or lounging. There were a lot of words for one thing, one of the few things he thought about when his mind was without stimulation. It could keep you occupied for a bit but mind games with himself only took him that far before he had the urge to just /do/ something.

Tristan didn't worry what whispering to himself meant for the nurses or other patients, they already thought him crazy, he could see the looks of the younger nurse, he could feel them crawling over his skin. Just like she had always done, staring at him for hours without even uttering the slightest sound.

It was time to do something. Finally. The decision was followed with him jumping up from the chair in a move that almost made him crash to the floor, a fate he couldn't save the chair from meeting. OH well, now he had made a noise in this tomb. Would they carry him away now, kicking, screaming, like they did with the blond earlier ? Looking around carefully, the nurses only seemed to be watching him, and as he walked he made sure to keep every move calm and slow, as to not trigger them. Really sometimes they seemed like the crazy and paranoid ones, not them.

Making his way through the room, he locked his eyes on each patient for a while, sneering lightly at some of them before deciding chosing at random was probably the best way to go. With a few expectations, he couldn't be bothered to talk with those he thought far beneath him. Glaring as one of them moved as if to get up, he quickly walked over to one of the seats, watching the other read for a bit, before dropping down opposite him and staring at him.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Patient after patient was taken into the same room he had just come out of. One by one they came back out and resumed with what they were doing like clockwork or a broken record forever repeating the same dull song. Damian found little interest in the rest of them, however what did catch his attention was the kicking and screaming as Madelyn was dragged off to see the nice doctor. She perhaps annoyed him the most as she was far too skittish; you couldn’t go anywhere near her before she would jump and try to attack you. The rest of the patients here were boring. Common ground would never be found between them and that’s why all of them were alone. Together, housed in the same building and placed in the same room, but alone all the same.

Once more his eyes wandered over to Arrow, watching her for a moment as he avoided the nurses at all costs and curled up on herself in the corner of the room; a typical place for her, even if the corner offered little protection. Her scarred arms wouldn’t protect her from anything either, and burying her head to drown out the noise around her would only make her more vulnerable to attack. It would be so easy to just saunter over there and…

Damian looked in front of him as he heard someone sit. An eyebrow was raised at the feminine looking blond, his dark blue eyes meeting with Damian’s own harsh green ones. They held each other’s gazes for a moment before the elder placed his book down on the table and leaned back, folding his arms.

“What?” he asked with a heavy sigh.

Unable to keep his attention fixed on the boy in front of him, his gaze would wander around the room and to Arrow once more as she scratched at her skin with blunt nails. It was getting harder and harder as she sobbed into the material of her pants. A smile soon graced Damien’s pale lips as he watched her, seemingly forgotten about the other in front of him.

A few drops of blood finally broke free from the skin and ran down her arms, making the man’s eyes light up in delight. He licked his lips, unfolding his arms and once again moving a hand down his body to try and touch himself.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Luflice
People easily got bored of looking at things. And there was a certain reason for it. They didn't really have the right eyes. THe right view of things, the right brain. Tristan could stare at people for a very long time and never get bored of it. There was always a little detail you found, a sudden movement, even if it was subtle, sometimes the light just changed and made everything look just a bit sharper.

Shifting in his seat, he smirked lightly in triumph when the boy in front of him, almost man actually considering his age, although his features still had some of this teenage parts, put the book away and looked at him. You don't need words to make yourself known. You needed to have a presence, aura or whatever people wanted to call that. And he may not have very social skills or any emotions, but he had always managed to make people notice him. His appearance made sure of that for once, and his ... attitude.. that one too. Although people really liked that less.

Staring at the other, noticing the shade of his eyes was really one of his new favorite things to look at , he couldn't even remember a time he had seen that kind of green, he gritted his teeth when the others attention was diverted.

Now Tristan was not.. arrogant. He didn't scream out for attention, although he had lacked the good sort all of his life until now, but if he wanted to study someone , he wanted them to look at him. To concentrate on him.

For a few moments he let him do it, not really bothered by the others obvious urge to touch himself. That was not what made him frown. He just didn't want to lose the others attention to the patient he disliked most.

Glaring lightly, he made a rather extreme decision and pulled one of his wrists closer, searching for the patch of skin that was most thin, before digging his nails into it harshly, until he finally felt he had drawn blood.
There was some pain,yes, but it was just a scratch, not really worth any sounds.

Looking at the man again, he lifted his wrist and almost shoved it into the others face. " Do I have your attention now ?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The sweet smell of fresh blood reached his nostrils and caressed the insides of them. Sure enough Damian’s attention was torn away from the self-harmer and onto just where he could smell the substance his body so desperately craved, and it was from none other than the blond boy sitting across the table from him.

Hunter green eyes shifted from blue orbs to the small wound on his wrist, leaking slowly with a few drops of thick crimson. After licking his lips, they turned into a sly smirk and he was quick to reach forward, taking a tight hold of his arm and yanking him closer, pulling poor Tristan bent over the table in the process.

Damian examined the scratch for a few moments as one would a piece of artwork, before he leaned down and pressed his tongue against it, collecting the small drops onto the tip of his tongue and savouring the metallic taste. The elder groaned in pleasure and tightened his grasp, now wrapping his lips around the tiny little wound and sucking it dry.

Eyes slipped closed, having rolled into the back of his skull and groans past his lips as they worked on getting every drop of his sweet drug. It had been far too long since he’d tasted blood. It was so thick, warm, sticky, and tasted almost like melted copper. It was a taste he’d grown to love and lust for. Of course it’d turned him on by now and his hand was busy touching himself under the table. At least most of the nurses were busy dealing with trying to get Arrow into the conference room.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Luflice
Tristan watched closely and waited for the exact moment the other noticed him and the small wound, smirking lightly to himself in satisfaction. It was an extreme move,and some part of him said that he would probably regret it soon, but not yet. Certainly not yet.

The others green eyes were locked onto his just for a moment, and he wasn't sure if it was the sudden emotions or the change of lightning, but the color seemed different now, darker somehow. It was clearly interesting. Before he could think some more on that, his thighs hit the edge of the table almost painfully as he was yanked forward in one quick motion. Maybe he should have tried resisting, but really Tristan had no real muscles, or any weight that he could put against the force of someone like Damian. Not that the other was that much of a body builder... But still more then he was.

And still he made sure to make no sound, they were lucky enough that Misses Self-Harm was worrying the nurses, and that some of them were busy for the doctors, or they would probably be in trouble already. For a moment he cursed himself, they should have chosen a not so open place, but hopefully they wouldnt look to them right now, because it was pretty obvious what was happening.


During all that, he didn't really care or wonder about the other sucking at his wound, he knew of the fascination with blood, everyone with a good pair of eyes could see that. And the sexual thing... Well who was he to forbid other people to follow their desires? He had a healthy sex drive himself, although he didn't really understood the whole blood fascination. Hissing lightly at him, he tugged at his wrist and used his free arm to take a hold of the other somewhere, somehow, pulling at him. " Move it, if we stay like this for a second more they might just see us, this is really a bit very open, don't you think, bent over the table ?" Tristan said as low as possible, while making sure the other would still be able to hear him.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

((I realized that it would be a hell of a job to keep up with who-was-who in my posts if I don't write in 3rd person....))

Rosie's body was shaking. Only a little bit, of course, not enough to bring attention to anyone but herself. She felt it, knew what it ment. The trembling, first then.... Blackout. She knew what caused this one too- she had many blackouts when she was afraid, nervous, or when she felt weak- those days she where her sole wish to just never move again. She was nervous an afraid now- she wasn't sure if her blackouts would come back with more force, or just stay as they were now- an abnormal occurrence. She was wishing deeply she knew the answers when she began to fall. She wasn't really falling of course, the couch was there, right behind her. That was last thought that crossed her mind- I can't possibly be falling. All of that was in her head though, and her head did sort of shut down. Kelly's memories, feelings, personality took the place where all of Rosie's were. Kelly smiled and cracked her knuckles before looking around. Last thing she remebered was being in her room. She sort of wondered how she had gotten to the Rec room, but dismissed it. She unfolded her legs from the couch and began to search for the remote. Might as well, as there was nothing else interesting to do. She pulled her knees up and began to peak over the side of the old couch when something caught her eye. Two of the other residents looked like they were about to do something... unseemly... right in the center of the Rec room. Well, one did. She knew why, too. He was the one that got off on blood, and it seemed the other had peeked his interest.
"Naughty, Naughty" she said between laughs before she spotted the remote on the floor behind the couch and twisted around to turn the telivision on. She wasn't really watching, just flipping though the carefully-screened channels. She was stil laughing in her head though- how long would it take before a nurse saw that? She couldn't wait for That. Nothing hardly happened in her line of sight, and it was always fun to watch when it did. She flicked the T.V off again and began to people-watch instead. She carefully avoided looking at the two, and let her eyes dart over the others. That got boreing after a second or two though- she knew the ins and outs of almost everyone already. So she sighed and laid back onto the couch, her head just leaning over the side, so she could still watch the others.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

As one of the nurses enters the Rec. room, her doe brown eyes landed on the scene before her. Both, Damian and Tristan were engaging in incongruous physical contact that needed to be broken apart. And the closer she got, the ultimate reason of why the dark-haired man sucked at the fragile blond was because of the blood. It took her a minute to recollect Damian's disorder and new that overall he was a threat to others - proof would be the act taking place now.

The wound didn't look so severe but she knew he sill required medical assistance urgently before anything else happened.

Continuing on her route, she placed a hand on Damian, giving him a firm but gentle nudge. "Damian, you need to come with me." Another nurse by that time also joined her colleague in the Rec. room. Seeing the scene immediately put her into action. Unlike the other nurse, she was a bit less moderate, and refused to tolerate any nonsense. As Damian had hematolagnia, she quickly grabbed his arm, pulling his latching mouth away from the blond. Because the woman was heavy-set, using her weight to her advantage helped with getting the two apart.

"You clean this one up, I'm going to take this one to the Doctor's office... looks like he could use some therapy right about now." She said, taking note of the dark red liquid staining the guys mouth. It completely grossed her out and for that fact, she made quick to get him out of her hair.

"C'mon let's go." Quickening her steps, the young nurse left the room with Damian in tow.

The current nurse went to aid Tristan's wound. "Don't worry, you will be just fine." Her reassurance probably wouldn't come in handy but she did it nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Sonya scribbled down a few things after Zak left. And again, the door to her quaint office swung open and two seconds later a large women was dragging in a younger male who looked a bit dazed.

"This is Damian Mason, if he's any trouble at all. Don't be afraid to call." The nurse eyed the young man, giving him a temperate look before exting and returning back to the Rec. room.

"Hi, Mr. Mason right? I'm Sonya Asano."

Reaching out her slender hand, with dark red polish coating her nails, she could hope he was in the mood for introductions. Her eyes landed on his unnaturally red lips but decided against the idea of asking.

The setting changes from tearmainn-for-the-mad to Sessions

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Tristan's fingers wrapped around his free arm and pushed against him to try and let go, but Damian wasn't letting up. It had been far too long for him to give up tasting this sweet liquid and to even get his release from touching himself; since he'd been here, he'd only managed to jerk off once and that just happened to be last week when Arrow was dragged from her cell to be taken to the nurse. It was a feeling of pure bliss, exactly how he felt right now and he would let nothing stop it. Even as the nurse placed a hand on his shoulder and nudged him, he simply shot a glare at her and bit down harshly on the flesh between his teeth to draw more blood and even bruise the skin. He simply refused to let go for anyone or anything.

That was until another nurse came over to the two of them. This one was much larger than the frail woman next to him. She gripped his arm, tearing it away from what it was doing inside his pants and yanked him backwards so his mouth disconnected with the wet skin, his lips and teeth stained a crimson red, his cheeks flushed a light pink and even a fair amount of sweat stuck his hair to his face. Damian hissed in annoyance, unable to get out any audible words as he was forced to his feet and dragged away from his so-called meal. Honestly he wouldn't be far off described as a vampire from one of the novels they were allowed to read. Well, used to be able to read, until the description of one drinking another's blood turned him on and the books were soon removed. Never would he understand the reasons why he couldn't indulge in his fantasies in peace.

The aroused man was dragged out the room and down the hall to a place he didn't recognize. It was stylish and modern, but a conference room nonetheless, meaning he would have to deal with yet another doctor who considered him sick. He was forced down onto the chair and given a stern look by the nurse who took him here, but thankfully she left and he stuck his middle finger up at her as she left, uttering obscenities under his breath; when taken away from what could have been his only chance at tasting blood, Damian was less than friendly. Still he licked his lips clean of the blood contain them, biting back a groan in his throat, and zipping his pants back up. Hopefully his erection wasn't too noticeable.

A hand was extended out to him and Damian's attention immediately went to the dark red coating her nails. It almost looked like blood. His green eyes shot up at her and he smiled, almost twisted like as he grabbed her hand and tried pulling it close to his mouth. Perhaps there was hope he'd get more blood after all and this time no one would stop him. Besides, the psychiatrist was attractive.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Of course she skimmed over his file, reading over bits and pieces that interconnected themselves together. Sonya was fascinated with his disorder partially because she had never met someone with a paraphilla to blood before. Generally, hematolagnia was no different from any other fetish inside of normal variation. But he was here for a reason. And in some case, paraphilia becomes to the extreme and puts said person or others in immediate danger. The strong uncontrollable urge to deviate consumes them; constantly eating away at them until their whole world gets turn upside down - simultaneously landing them in places like this.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand something just happen. From the blood discoloring his lips to the prominent protrusion coming from his lower region, she knew he was roused. Considering the circumstances, Sonya turned her perplexing stare back to Damian after feeling his hand grasp hers. A tug. The look his eyes casted was almost sinister in the way they glinted as he continued to pull. A chill took a course throughout her being, producing small goose bumps to infiltrate her bare arms.

The brunette wouldn't complain, he was being 'friendly' and that was always a good thing. At first it seemed a bit peculiar yet she allowed him to get familiar with it incessantly - until she noticed the crimson colored gloss plastered over her nails. Slowly, she attempted pulling her hand away. "It's... nice to meet you." Flickering her vivid pools of blue away from his, Sonya solemnly took a seat on the leathered sofa. With several things running though her mind concerning the level of vulnerability she put herself in being number one. She wanted to smile at him in a friendly gesture but her lips wouldn't allow it. It was unusual for her to become abashed around patients though she never dealt with one as carnal as he. Damian, have he use his analytical intellect, could observe that he had caused the young Doctor a bit of nervousness. Which is why she avoided his gaze inducing her to appear powerless.

As along as she remained in control of their encounter then she would be fine.
"Were you having some trouble?" She asked placidly.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

A chaste kiss was pressed to her hand where he could feel the bulging veins pump blood through them. Lips parted to breathe hotly against pale flesh and he clamped down just as she’d yanked her hand away. Teeth pierced his tongue and lips and soon blood was filling his mouth, but it hardly turned him on. That was one of the problems with his paraphilia, he had to see someone else bleed for it to have an effect; his own blood didn’t taste good at all and made him grumble in irritation. His hand rose to his mouth and pressed against his bleeding lip, moving it back and forth to glance down until finally it was nothing more than a slow trickle.

“Trouble?” he finally answered as he looked up at her, noting on how she refused to look at him -- a common sign to show she was uncomfortable in his presence. Damian couldn’t decide whether to roll his eyes or smirk because of it. In the end he just stared at her with a blank expression before going back to checking and licking the drying blood from his hand.

“The only trouble I had was when that fat bitch pulled me away.” he snapped at her, referring to what he had been doing in the recreation room, not that this doctor knew anything about it, even if the signs were clear. “If she had just left me alone I would have been fine. I shouldn’t even be here in the first place. Do you really think what I have is enough to call me insane? I don’t hear fucking voices in my head or refuse to let anyone near me because I think they’re about to hurt me. How is enjoying a little bit of blood bad? You let others indulge in their fantasies and don’t lock them up!” he ended up yelling at her.

Damian wasn’t always like this, but since being dragged away from his only chance to taste his drug, and biting himself to the point his own sickly tasting blood flooded his mouth, he wasn’t at all happy. Even his dark green eyes showed this. They no longer sparked with the same dazed lust he once had, now it was simply anger.

“I’m sorry…” he inhaled sharply and let out the breath slowly in the form of a sigh. “You’re new here, right? My name’s Damian Mason, I have hematolagnia, and I’m here because it got out of hand once, not because I’m insane or sick, or however you’re told to describe the people here. Now if you could just explain that I’m fine to the others…”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Bringing her gaze back to him once more revealed his showering anger. Sonya witnessed him placing a balming hand up to his lips, where she saw a small amount of blood. The sound of his voice rising in tone with each word. Hearing him speak about the nurse 'pulling him away' confirmed her suspicions of something happening beforehand. His eyes were no longer displaying the lascivious view. Damian was clearly angered by being stop from what seemed to be lewd conduct.

A part of her agreed with on him not being mentally ill, but if he had the desire to hurt people that could be misconstrued as having a 'problem. Having heard Damian's escapade finally dull down relaxed her considerably. "You're right, I don't honestly believe you're insane, or mentally ill for the matter. But, you have to understand the high standard society sets for people to be considered 'normal' nowadays. I see nothing wrong with getting sexually aroused by distinct practices ... only if both participants are willing."

Tilting her head to side, Sonya coursed a hand through her dark brown lustrous locks. "The world we live in today permits us, sadly, from following our desires. Even some that are less harmful than others. Though the thing with paraphillia's is that they can become a bit to the extreme. Turning into what some will call addiction... But I am curious, I've never met some with hematolagnia before. If I'm correct, then it's sort of a variation to vampirism. Then I would assume you're a fan of horror movies." A minuscule grin creeping across her lips.

"Damian, I would love to help you get out of this place but there's a reason you're here. You said something about losing control once before. Do you care... to elaborate?"

The setting changes from sessions to Tearmainn for the Mad

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

//Warning for sensitive and triggering subjects here. Also sorry I posted it in the wrong place.//

Having calmed down now, Damien was actually a rather friendly and understanding person when you got past the anger he initially displayed upon being forced away from fulfilling his addiction. The man now nodded and listened intently to what the doctor had to say. To hear that she believed him when he said he wasn't sick was more than good news. It meant that he had more of a chance getting out of here, but then how would he fare with not taking his medication? The so called mood stabilizers which dulled down his need to indulge in the sight of blood. Such a thing was risky and could end up with him making yet another mistake which could land him here for a good few more years. Right now though, he intended to get out and if that meant being open with the woman, then so be it.

"You'd be correct in saying that horror movies are my favourite, but I wouldn't describe myself as a vampire." He chuckled, offering an amused smile with the flash of his blood stained teeth. "Vampires drink blood because they need it to live, and they can't go out in the day time and sleep in coffins. I don't need blood, I just simply enjoy it. Also a few of these vampires hate drinking blood because it harms a human they'd care about so they resent doing it. I, on the other hand, don't regret doing it because there's nothing wrong with it. Now about that one time..."

He sighed and looked away from her. His posture became defensive by the curling into itself and his arms folded. He only offered her a single glance out the corner of his eye as he explained, the rest of the time he focused on the window shedding sunlight in through the glass panes, as if imaging what had happened in the reflection.

"There was this woman who I worked with, a pretty face with a small nose and dark red lips, she actually looked a lot like you, believe it or not. Most would say that we were nothing more than colleagues, probably for legal reasons, but we had a small friendship going on and I liked her. I hadn't had much luck with relationships because every one of my partners was uncomfortable about my paraphilia. However I went slow with her and we were gradually coming closer and closer together, bonding over cups of coffee at lunch time. That was until one day she cut herself upon the side of a stack of paperwork. As she ran to the supply closet to find a plaster, I followed her to see if she was okay. I couldn't help but stare at that sweet blood oozing from such a tiny cut. It was amazing how a tiny prick from something as simple as paper could produce that much blood…"

Damian was smirking at this point and looked back over to the woman, regarding her with a lusty look, with lips curling slowly upwards into a sadistic grin.

"I just couldn't control myself," he unfolded his arms and looked down at his hands which were shaky. "I just..." they clenched into fists and slammed down on his lap and he snapped his head up to stare at her again. "I hadn't had sex in ages and I was too far gone to stop. So I raped her. I locked the closet door and I raped her." He chuckled as if it was no big deal and shrugged innocently. "I imagine you could work out what happened after that..."

The setting changes from tearmainn-for-the-mad to Sessions

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Listening to him explain his cognition on comparing his paraphillia to vampirism helped determine his level of mentality. She was not surprised that he could comprehend his surmise in legitimate conversation. But she knew he wasn't here because he required assistance knowledge-based. And to be completely honest, the brunette had not been expecting him to openly admit the truth when she initially asked.

Files were always a necessary tool needed to help the psychologists determine the best approach. But there was a problem -- files did not always contain everything they desired to know. Some things, abet important, slips through the concealed cracks. And with Damian's file, there wasn't really much to fasten onto besides the diagnostics of his disorder. Not to mention some of the patients severe behavior to ensconce their past. It had mostly to do with them not trusting the Doctors, which is understandable. Though Sonya had a strong want to know why he was in theory, sentenced to this place for only having an 'unusual' fetish.

With the change of his posture turning vehement, Sonya lifted her gaze to his deep viridian sight. Resting her clasped hands on her lap all the while watching the pulchritudinous man intently. Of course it was unethical to think that way about the patient; yet her basic humanistic nature caused her to do so. If at all she knew he would be concluding his colloquy with rape, then should wouldn't have offered him a curvature of her mouth; a smile - as she thought the story were going to dawdle on love. In curiosity of auditioning his words of how Sonya physically resembled the woman, brows furrowed as a puzzling expression swarmed her features. But as he continued, the corners of her lips slowly foiled into a slight pout. Still glancing at Damian, she watched the libidinous glint returned to his eyes. The expression on his facial semblance solely enticed her, causing a wave of calidity to surge through out her core.

"I just couldn't control myself......"

"I raped her."

Her rosy lips parting to release slow suppressing breaths, lashes batting by a torrent of blinking. Cyan orbs tumbled down to the aristocratic glass table, before trying to find the 'right' thing to say if there even was one. For a minute she let her crystallized spheres settle on the dark-haired man in oppression. Damian's laughter indicated that he had no remorse about his actions of more than likely ruining another person's life. Sonya had not been expecting him to dispense that type of information and shrug it off so nonchalantly. It did bother her a little that she resembled his rape victim.... but she had nothing to be worried about. Right?

Silence.

In fact it was so quiet that the ticking from the small pendulum clock setting on top of her desk could be heard. Sighing at the uncanny situation subsisting itself to her proved afflicting, Sonya shook her head despondently. Yet she wouldn't reject him just because he made a 'mistake' which ultimately landed him here. The doctor made a quick face of discomfort but settled into a friendly smile.

"It doesn't seem like you feel remorseful. That sort of thing worries me Damian..."

Even if Damian wasn't technically mentally ill, he still showed some signs of what some would call a sick-natured person. And everyday he spent detained in this place, Sonya knew that his urge would only grow stronger. In reality, he was not ready to be release especially with the discontinuation of his medication.

"I don't have anything to worry about right...considering I resemble her." Sonya forced another smile before glancing down at her wristwatch. "Of course not. Well, I think we should end it here for today." Standing up from her seat on the sofa, while gently wiping the invisible dust from her raven colored dress. "I could take you back if you'd like."

The setting changes from sessions to Tearmainn for the Mad

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano Character Portrait: Logan Veltar
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The lubricious haze in his eyes was slowly dwindling as his mind wandered away from the bitter-sweet memory and back to reality. No longer could he focus on the woman who bared an uncanny resemblance to his so-called crush, and no longer could he look outside where he knew she would still be alive and happy without him, albeit a little scarred on the inside. It was true, he didn’t regret, and perhaps that was exactly the reason why he would was here and would be forever more. The silence was uncomfortable and he found himself counting the ticks in his head, thereby ultimately counting the seconds up until someone would finally break the silence. His dulled eyes watched his hands, his trembling fingers, as they grasped at the material of his loose fitting black pants; they weren’t allowed to wear what they desired, only what was offered to them by the asylum. It was a sort of sick fantasy they got from forcing them to wear clothes which barely matched and made them look like the idiots they were supposed to be. They stripped them away of any resemblance to a normal human being and singled them out by calling them insane just because they made a slight mistake or didn’t function the same as what was considered normal. Who was to say what was normal anyway?

His thoughts were running rampant as they tended to during periods of silence, but, fortunately, that didn’t last for too long this time before his doctor spoke up once more, yet it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Just as he had opened up to the woman, she was shooing him away, and all because he made her feel uncomfortable. Damian glanced up at her and narrowed his eyes, his mood now souring. He jerked his head away once more and shook it.

“I can make it back on my own. I don’t need an escort.” he grumbled and got to his feet himself. He never even offered her a goodbye or a simple smile or glance in her direction, he just turned on his heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind and causing the small clock to shake upon the glass table.

Upon returning to the Recreation room, he stopped a few feet away from the open door and folded his arms, his narrowed green eyes watching the man who leant against the frame. Yet again it was someone whom he didn’t recognize, another new doctor perhaps? Damian rolled his eyes, unfurled his arms and shoved past him to get into the room.

“I’m not having no more fucking sessions.” he bit out at him, shooting a sharp glare over his shoulder. He began to approach Tristan once more who was talking to that girl who had the personality problem (the one where she couldn’t recall who she was), when he was grabbed by the arm by the same nurse who tore him away from the blond in the first place.

“You’re not to go near him, not after what you did.” she hissed, earning a scoff from Damian and he yanked his arm away from her tight grasp. Once more he turned on his heels and stormed over to the other side of the room, snatching the book from the table he had been reading previously and plopping down on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. Even though he couldn’t go near Tristan, he still watched him from just over the pages of his book.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Kelly huffed when he roughly pulled his hand away- she wasn't hurting him, after all. Her small amount of anger disolved at the next comment, though. She smiled and leaned back on her hands. "I might just have to try that some time then. Speaking of time though, you wouldn't happen to know the day, would you? Before this place, I would normally only blackout for a little while, a day or two tops. I lost a whole week. All of last week I just draw a blank on. It's sad really. There could have been a fire and I wouldn't know jack shit about it" she sighed and let her eyes begin to look about the large room.

Still nothing interesting in the slightest. That is, until the local fedisist came back, and headed right for them. Kelly's eyes darted over to him and she was going to laugh, but a nurse intercepted him and he stalked over to the other corner of the room. "Ah, well. Round two will have to wait until a later date" she turned back so she was looking at her main object of interest. She cocked her head to the side for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next she settled for "I don't remeber your name. Care to tell me?" Before she leaned her head compleately back to look at the Hematolagic.

He sort of seemed absorbed in the book in his hands, but he still seemed to be pointed towards their genneral direction. She flipped her head back and frowned. "It seems you have earned yourself a stalker" she snickered and flicked a pale finger back in the person in question. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes trying to find an answer. "I guess I understand his problem though. He did after all get ripped away from his fun." She pulled her lips into a smile, her straight teeth showing through. "Maybe the next six hours will be at least a little. I did just wake up from a week long stint in a blackness that was just pure hell, so I don't think it's very fair if I have to spend my very few waking hours in hell, too."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Luflice
Tristan wasn't afraid of pain or being attacked. The nurses were hovering close to them, either not trusting him or Kelly, but he would rather go for the girl as for now. And pain.. Pain was really only a sign to the body that something was happening and pain at least did get /some kind/ of reaction out of himself. It seemed rather morbid, but most things about his thoughts seemed like that to many people, a reason he mostly stopped saying them out loud. " You can try all you want, but leave him to me, will you? He's my toy for now. You can chose one of the others. " He commented, playing lightly with his hair, looking at her as innocently as was possible and as if he didn't just talk about humans like children did about their action figures.
"I'm pretty sure it's Friday. Not like there is many information that we can get from the outside world, but I think I remember it to be Friday. Yes. "


Looking at her he wondered if he should tell her about her personality problem. This one could probably deal with it, if she didn't suspect something already. But he was no one's babysitter, was he ? And this way it was actually fun. Tristan was enjoying the conversation and not in the mood to have it broken because of her freaking out. Then the nurses would come, take her away and drug her up for a while. No that would not do at all. Turning his eyes to the commotion around his new obsession, he tilted his head, pouting at the nurse. Was that really necessary ? As if they would do anything too flashy with everyone watching them. He was almost ready to get up and go over there, but then decided talking to Kelly would have to be enough for now, he could always watch Damian, right. ? Despite those thoughts the pout never left his face. " Tristan. Tristan Kenin. You're Kelly, right ? " He asked, just to be sure that he hadn't confused it. His stay here hadn't been too long yet, so he wasn't sure about everyone's problems and illnesses, details like that easily slipped his notice sometimes.

" A stalker ? Hmm.. Or he has earned himself one, depends on how you look at it, don't you think ? " Tristan mumbled, predatory grin on his face again. Stretching his legs out, he placed them in her lap, leaning back in his seat. " If we want to have any "Fun" we have to be careful. The nurses will be extra alert now with two of us having some kind of incident already. " He said, nodding to Damian and the self harmer. " But I am sure we can manage to stop your boredom.And mine too. "

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano Character Portrait: Logan Veltar
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

With the sudden change in his mood, the gruff sight of him alarmed her. Apparently he was disturbed and it was ostentatious by his body language. Concurrently, Sonya swallowed thickly at the splinting of his eyes. As the door slammed, she flinched slightly. Leaving the brunette standing there with an incommodious expression on her face. For a few seconds she watched the stilled door, the rattling from the clock now stopping. Clearly something had set the man off yet she did not know what.

Weren't the patients usually excited to leave the confinements of the doctor's office?

Still standing in her place by the sofa, she retraced her steps to figure out why Damian left in asperity. Perhaps dismissing him so soon wasn't for the best, especially after he confided in her. But what was she supposed to do or say? Praise him. Tell him that it was completely normal for him to feel no resentment for his actions. That he shouldn't repent. Because it would have all been a fabrication. She wouldn't bring herself to lie to him just to keep his trust. How was that going to help him?

And that's when she realized.

Maybe it's not what she said that set him off but what she didn't say. Damian had actually commerced the first move to be open with her about his life and all she did was conclude their meeting. He probably felt like she was "repelling' him when honestly it hadn't been her intentions. Choosing rationality, Sonya stepped out of the room in search of a fleeting Damian. The hallway was quiet. Though the quietness was quickly interrupted by the distinct sounds of padded thumps of her heels. On route to the recreational room, a tall relatively handsome man blocked the way of her entrance. Their eyes only engaging in conference for a few seconds. Clearly he was no patient, yet he didn't appear to be a doctor nether.

"Excuse me." Her soft, celestial voice filled the immediate area before she made her way pass him.

A populace of the residents coming into view all seemed to be in there own worlds of dementia. Though she had no attentive in them. The only person she had eyes for was Damian, who just so happened to be sitting on the soawith a book raised just above his nose. Sound of her heels clinked against the tiled floor as she approached him. "I know you're upset with me, Damian." Sonya took in a deep breath that was greatly needed before taking a seat next to him. As she turned to engage in conversation, long obsidian locks cascaded over the side of her shoulder. Glancing away in a torrent of allegorical ideation, her gaze traveled onward to where she saw a young, fragile feministic man with achromatic hair standing chatting away with another brown-haired woman. But instead of acknowledging the two any further, Sonya turned her attention back to Damian. Now resting her hand on the pad of his upper leg where the salient heat emerged from physical contact connecting the two. A comforting motion deemed to be an innocent gesture in disguise, although it was up to the receiver of how he would percept it.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. That I don't want you to think you did something wrong by telling me the truth. In fact, I really appreciate it. And I don't take your trust lightly because that sort of thing can take months and months of long intensive conditioning to build up." She stated calmly, keeping her voice between just the two of them. Sonya lowered her cerulean eyes to her lap before restoring them. "It was just a bit unexpected y'know. But, it doesn't mean I'm just going to write you off. I hope you haven't written me off either."

The softness of her hand still lingering on Damian's clothed leg, her fingertips grazing the foundation of his thigh ended with a series of gentle taps. She stood. Her heels once again meeting the floor, the eye-catching black dress that fondled her every curve of her small 5'4 frame was pulled down demurely. "And just so you know, I've never done something like this before." She added, referring to her need to apologize to a patient. "So if you ever need to talk, or just wanna' get away from the local residents... don't be afraid. I'm here for whatever you need." A meaning that could be misinterpreted.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Slitted pools of dark green watched the two of them over the other side of the room. From their quick glances over to him and the pointing in his direction, he concluded that they were in fact talking about him. Unfortunately for Damian they were speaking far too quietly for his average human ears to pick up on. Not even parts of the conversation he was able to comprehend. If only he could lip read, but then what good would that do when the blond, his main target, had his back to him. That contact of him stretching out his legs into her lap caused an angry twitch in both fingers and expression. Lips curled up into a soured sneer to which his mood would easily force him to chuck the book at them just to break up that contact. Why should his little psychopath be allowed contact, yet he was forced to remain cold and alone. He longed for the heat of skin upon skin once more, and not just so he could have another taste of his blood. This was much more personal than satisfying an addiction which consumed him.

Being so caught up in his own angered thoughts, he hadn't even noticed the woman take seat next to him. That was until he felt a slight pressure on his leg and Damian looked down. Sure enough there was a hand close to his thigh and he had to wonder just why. His green orbs shifted up to whom the hand belonged to, the doctor who he had just been speaking with and so easily shooed him away. Her intentions of being here were unclear to Damian, but he had a suspicion that she was here to pick on another victim. The apology she offered was nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment thing, it hardly meant anything, she just couldn't bare to lose trust in a patient as it might have cost her, her job. He could offer her nothing but a roll of the eyes in response. That was until her offer was placed on the table and he looked up to meet deep sapphire pools once more, an eyebrow raised; he had to wonder just what she had meant by that. Surely she couldn't have been suggesting she'd let him do something with her.

No, it couldn't be. Could it?

Damian offered a chuckle and his first words since she had sat down. "Thanks, doctor, I'll be sure to take you up on that offer some time." He smirked as he looked over her perfect body from head to toe, before back to the book he had placed in his lap, searching the cover for any more words to say. "... And I forgive you. Don't worry." With a tiny hint of a genuine smile, he looked back up at her for one final time and reopened the book he held, beginning to read once more.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"Is that a threat?" Kelly laughed. "No, I won't mess with him. Plenty of other strange people I can mess with" Kelly turned half-way to follow his eyes. He was looking rather pissed at the lady talking to his toy. The lady was looking rather comfy with him, so Kelly wasn't about to blame him. "You get used to the blackouts after a while- and you start to see the signs. The shaking and sometimes blinking, then falling. I suppose I would seem confused alot, but you would to if bits of your life were missing. Rosie isn't a name I compleately despise, but its not for me like you said. If I had been named it, I guess it would be me though" she said, thinking. It has never occurred to her that if she has been givin that god-awful name she would feel like a 'Rosie'.

It took the boy a little while- and a lot of lasers almost shooting from his eyes- but finnaly Tristan said something about the way the woman was touching his object of interest. She rolled her eyes and turned her focus to the two across the room. In fact, the brunnette was touching the man in a rather inappropriate way, with her hand resting on his thigh. "Someone's a little jealous, isn't he?" Kelly smirked as she turned back to Tristan. "Don't worry. I'm sure it will only get worse. After all, she could easily do just what you did, and I wonder how fast he would forget about you? I guess he would remember, eventually, but I just don't think he could control himself if she were to cut herself" Kelly grinned evilly. "Ah, well, we wouldn't want that"

Kelly frowned at his next comment and turned. The girl was leaving, and she couldn't have that. "Well, we can't have her leaving just yet. She hasn't had time to properly seduce your friend yet" she laughed lightly. "But I suppose you don't mind. It's not like you could help it if she had an accident and began to bleed. I mean, I'm fairly sure she wouldn't mind him jumping her bones, and it would only take a little encouragement" as she said this, she broke the metal part of the hair tie not holding her hair up and pressed it against her skin. She hissed and a droplet if blood appeared. "Now, if somehow, say, she stepped on this or it scratched her back somehow... Well, there would be a little bit more blood than just this" she pointed her finger at him before she wiped the blood on her red shirt. "I guess I should introduce myself, should I not?" Kelly laughed and began to stand, wrapping the broken pony tail around her finger, the metal point peaking out right under her nail. She sort of wondered what Tristan would do, but whatever it was, it would definitely lots and lots of fun trouble.


Kelly tapped her finger against her hip as she walked toward the lanky brunette. The flat meal cylinder pressing into her hip. It took only a few seconds for her to reach the figure, and she put on her best 'friendly' smile. "Hello, miss? I don't suppose you are a new patient, becuase you arn't wearing pajamas like the rest of us" she motioned to her outfit, careful to use her free hand as hid her other. "So, I'm going to guess you are a new doctor" she smirked. "I'm Kelly, by the way" she began to rock back and forth on her bare heels. Her eyes began to search over the young woman's body, serching for a way to do what she wanted.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano Character Portrait: Logan Veltar
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"Good, well have a good evening." In turn for the apology, it was nice to see he had forgave her. A grin formed over her mouth by his words, thinking them to be completely sincere. Just as she was about to retreat to the door something, or should she say someone rather stopped her. Seeing the same woman from before approach her in leisure. With inquisitive concept, Sonya inclined her head to the side while her eyes settled on the friendly looking woman. It was obvious that she was not a patient although she wouldn't mind being able to wear pajamas comfortably all day long. Because she had not read all of the files, Kelly's disorder still remained unbeknownst to her. Sonya ran a steady hand through her onyx tresses and smiled at her.

"Hi, Kelly... You'd be right in saying that I'm not a patient but a doctor. I'm Sonya Asano, it's nice to meet you Kelly." Reaching out her pale hand in acquaintance, the moment their hands came into contact a sharp pain generated near the carpus of her arm. By the sliding of her hand into Kelly's forced the metal object to tear into her flesh. An unpleasant sensation incepted, causing her to behold the locality of discomfort. That was when she saw and felt the warmth from the thick crimson liquid trickle from the slit near her ulnar vein. Immediately, her vivid cerulean eyes wandered over to Damian before traveling back to Kelly. Why? Why would she? Was it an accident? Or could she have known? Sonya held her arm in such a delicate way, glancing down to check if the wound was actually there.

Nearby, the nurse from earlier who pulled Damian away watched the scene unfold. She didn't think anything of it when both women shook hands until the sight of blood extricated from the doctor. Her beady eyes tumbled among the three, especially Damian before she hurried over to the rendezvous spot. Upon arriving, another nurse also visioned the young doctor cradling her arm. The larger nurse, known as Athena took a hold of Kelly's arm, slightly putting a bit of pressure on it. With her free hand, Athena searched her's, hoping to find the makeshift knife. "Okay, give it to me.... we don't want anyone else getting hurt. Now would we, Rosie." The nursed remarked, not minding if she had fostered the wrong name.

The other nurse went to investigate Sonya's wound in the premise of bandaging it up. "I should take care of this."

"No... I'm fine." She said, no longer having the desire to be in the rec. room furthermore. So she pulled her arm out of the grasp from the nurse. Vivid cyan hues engaged in a keen stare down with the petite woman (Kelly) standing in front of her before turning on her heels and returning to her office, not caring that she bumped into the man blocking the door. The whole time she couldn't help but think how close that cut had been to her ulnar artery which could have resulted in serious injury. But Sonya couldn't figure out why the woman would want to harm her. Other than her being completely demented. And obviously wasn't prime to expose it to Damian, concerning his hematolagnia. But did she know that?

Taking a seat at her desk, she grabbed a few Kleenexes' and applied them to the small gash. Sonya shook her head indiscriminately at her own aberrant behavior -- why would she think it was ever safe to interact with patients outside of the office? Yet it was hardly her fault for just being friendly.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Luflice
Tristan knew he couldn't get directly involved just yet. If he tried to stop Kelly and they ended up causing a commotion.. It wouldn't look goo for him, he had already caused one today. But that didn't mean that he didn't want to. Didn't want to slap that bitch of a doctor just for trying what she did and didn't want to tackle Kelly to the ground. Her idea of fun was clearly not his when it meant doing things like that. Tristan would never deny that he had an aggressive part in his personality. He was very aware of it. The lack of emotions just kept him mostly passive, but when something has caught his interest then it was his. His alone and probably the only thing he would fight for. To understand that, well people had to know that he really cared little for anything else. Wars didn't interest him, economy didn't, the stupid trees and animals outside didn't either. Why should they ? All those pitiful things they tried to make him feel with in one of their stupid experiments.


When he drifted back from where his thoughts had taken him, both women were being led out of the room and a certain pressure that he didn't recognized until now, left his body, making him breath out through his nose loudly. Instantly his eyes locked onto his usual target. This wouldn't happen again, he would make sure of it. Glancing at the guy in the door and the rest of the nurses, he decided it was worth a try. Maybe if he appeared non-threateningly he could manage to get over to the other. The really aggressive nurse was gone now anyways, the only one he kind of had respect for him.



Straightening the too long shirt over his pants, both in a dark blue that made him look even more pale, he slowly got up from his seat, keeping his arms to the side, swinging lightly as he moved over to where Damian was sitting. Seemed like he was okay for now, he thought as nobody stopped him. Turning around, he could see one of the nurses watching him, but he didn't plan on injuring himself again just yet, so that was okay.


Sitting down next to Damian , he watched him for a few seconds, head tilted, hair falling lightly into his dark blue eyes. " Look. " He started, voice as emotionless as always again. " I don't like that woman touching you. I don't like you looking at her. I don't like having to feel stupid shit because of your primal urges, so if you could stop that, I would really appreciate that. "

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Nodding as she bid him farewell, he didn’t bother to look up again, just focused on the words written down on discoloured paper in his hands. The book he was reading was a light romance novel, which wasn’t exactly his style but it at least kept him entertained for a little while. Damian was a slow reader anyway so this would keep him busy for the next couple of days. Sonya had most of his attention though, especially as she was stopped by another patient and conversed with them to which he couldn’t quite catch onto what they were saying. His vivid green eyes constantly shifted from the book to the two of them until he finally spotted the trickle of blood running from between her fingers as she held her arm. An eyebrow was raised and the book became nothing more than an object which he held within his hands. Did she just cut herself or did the patient do so?

“Holy shit…” he bit his lip and squirmed on the hard couch he was sitting on, trying desperately to repress his urges this time, but damn, Sonya was hot enough already without bleeding. It brought back the memories of when he raped his colleague and cringed. Reliving something like that now would surely get him arrested for life without any help for his so-called addiction. Damian forced himself to look away, his fingers scraping against the plastic cover of the book which he now held so closely to his chest, clinging to it as if it was his pure life support. Already he could feel his blood pumping and a growing tightness down below. He couldn’t help but imagine the doctor bent over that glass table in her office with him so ruthlessly pounding into her. Or even having her pinned down against the leather couch and sucking her arm dry from the fresh wound created only moments ago. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…” he cursed under his breath and leant his head back, releasing a muffled groan.

Fortunately, before he could take any further action, the doctor left and her attacker was dragged out of the recreation room by the nurse who always seemed to get in his way. Everything seemed quiet after that and Damian dared to open his eyes, staring at the spot there had just been standing in. His hunter green eyes searched the tiled floor for any spots of blood, but found nothing, much to his disappointment. Heaving a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped and he fell limp back against the couch, just trying to will away the thoughts clouding his mind so that he may return back to normal and once more resume reading. Eyes closed once more, his head tilted back against the back of the couch and his back arched.

What caught his attention next was the words spoken to him in a quiet voice he almost recognized. Damian lifted his head and opened his eyes to stare at the blond boy standing in front of him, looking anything but amused right now, and all he could offer in response to his words was a roll of the eyes. Did he really believe that just by telling him not to be turned on by her was just going to stop him?

“I can’t control my urges,” he stressed, shifting once more on his seat and placing the book over his lap to hide the hint of his ‘urges’. “Besides, why does it bother you anyway, kid?” Once again he rolled his eyes and folded one leg over the other. “Are you jealous of her? I thought you were a psychopath, you know, one of those people who can’t feel anything.” Truthfully it came out a lot harsher than he intended. The fact that Tristan was a psychopath actually quite interested him. Perhaps that was the reason why he could hurt himself without feeling much pain. To say Damian wasn’t keen on trying that for himself would have been a lie.

That was when the idea hit him.

Glancing around, he noted that the most problematic nurse was gone for now, meaning he might be able to get away with something. Looking back towards the blond, he smirked at him in that devious way he had. A tell-tale smirk screaming that he had a plan.

“How about you and I go to my room for a bit?” he said, this time leaning in and much quieter.