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Viviana Umiko

"My Romeo found a new Juliet."

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a character in “WildOak Asylum”, as played by AppleSauce

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โŽก"My Romeo found a new Juliet."โŽฆ

|| Maybe I Know - Lesley Gore โ–ฎ Everything's Alright - Laura Shigihara ||

โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: The Little MermaidโŽฆ

FC: Shizuka Sakaki


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"I can't tell if my smiles are real or not."
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FULL NAME - Viviana Umiko

NICKNAME/ALIAS - Vi, Vivi, Umi,

AGE - 19

GENDER - Female

SEXUALITY - Bisexual

NATIONALITY - Irish, English

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"I may be small, but I bite."
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HEIGHT - 5'4

BUILD - Quite petite, slender; big sky blue eyes and cherry red hair, that is very long and quite wavy. Her hair is tied into a bun at the back that is quite messy, and thus making some hair point up from there. Her hair almost reaches her hips, and her fringe is quite big and straight.

HAIR - Cherry Red

EYES - Sky Blue

MARKINGS - A few scars can be seen on her wrists and thighs.

OTHER - None
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"I don't know how to feel anymore."
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PERSONALITY

Possessive / Obsessive / Shy / Gullible

Viviana is always shy at first, keeps to herself because she's afraid of confronting others and afraid of being rejected. Quite timid, fragile, delicate and innocent looking. She's quite kind, sweet and caring of others and can be nervous but excited at the same time when it comes to foreign situations and places. Vi can be quite gullible at times, easily manipulated if she's fed enough nice gestures and words. She trusts others too easily and believes too much in others words. Thinks that the promises people make are for real, doesn't believe in breaking a promise, being disloyal or betraying another. When she likes someone she can be quite possessive and get jealous if they interact with anyone else. Although she would be jealous, she's far too afraid to act on it unless things get serious. When in love she can become obsessive of that person and think of only them; she's very loyal and protective of anyone she might love and will certainly confront another if they are upsetting someone she loves. Although these things are true, she has vowed to never fall in love again, has become antisocial, keeping herself distant from others to protect herself from ever falling in love again. Although shy, if approached or given unwanted attention, she can get quite defensive and almost rude, like a vicious, sick animal, protecting themselves from further harm.

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"I can't let myself fall in love again."
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DISORDERS


โ–ท Asperger's Syndrome - a group of conditions that involve delays in the development of many basic skills, most notably the ability to socialize with others, to communicate, and to use imagination. Problems with social skills, Eccentric or repetitive behaviors, Unusual preoccupations or rituals, Communication difficulties, Limited range of interests, Coordination problems & Skilled or talented.

โ–ท Schizoid Personality Disorder - Schizoid personalities are introverted, withdrawn, solitary, emotionally cold, and distant. They are often absorbed with their own thoughts and feelings and are fearful of closeness and intimacy with others. For example, a person suffering from schizoid personality is more of a daydreamer than a practical action taker.

โ–ท Avoidant Personality Disorder - Avoidant personalities are often hypersensitive to rejection and are unwilling to become involved with others unless they are sure of being liked. Excessive social discomfort, timidity, fear of criticism, avoidance of social or work activities that involve interpersonal contact are characteristic of the avoidant personality. They are fearful of saying something considered foolish by others; worry they will blush or cry in front of others; and are very hurt by any disapproval by others. People with avoidant personality disorder may have no close relationships outside of their family circle, although they would like to, and are upset at their inability to relate well to others.

โ–ท Major Depressive Disorder - is a condition characterized by one or more Major Depressive Episodes without a history of Manic, Mixed, or Hypomanic Episodes. These Major Depressive Episodes are not due to a medical condition, medication, abused substance, or Psychosis. If Manic, Mixed, or Hypomanic Episodes develop, the diagnosis is changed to Bipolar Disorder. The Major Depressive Episode must have either depressed mood or loss of interest. A Major Depressive Episode represents a decline from previous functioning which has at least 5 of the following 9 symptoms: (1) depressed mood, (2) loss of interest or pleasure, (3) significant change in appetite/weight, (4) insomnia/hypersomnia, (5) psychomotor agitation/slowing, (6) fatigue/loss of energy, (7) feelings of worthlessness/inappropriate guilt, (8) inability to concentrate/indecisiveness, (9) recurrent thoughts of death/suicide.

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LIKES & DISLIKES


โ–ท Singing
โ–ท Collecting unusual items
โ–ท Reading

โ–ท Confrontation
โ–ท Disloyalty
โ–ท Betrayal
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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES


โ–ท Good at staying out of trouble
โ–ท Good listener
โ–ท Defensive

โ–ท Fragile
โ–ท Easily manipulated
โ–ท Vulnerable

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"Don't let the pretty face fool you."
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Viviana grew up in a quite rich, secluded home. Far from most society, her family were very wealthy, strict, but always provided the best for Vivi. The high school she went to was quite a hike to get to from her home; two buses and a train then to finally walk from the station to the school near by. It was when a new student arrived at the school, a handsome male with beautiful black hair and brown eyes, fair skin, tall. Perfect in Vivi's eyes. It was love at first sight. She was shy at first and found it impossible to even approach him and say hello. The only time Vivi could really express herself was when she sang. Often seen in the choir group and sometimes at lunch she would go there to be alone and sing to herself. This was how she finally got her chance to meet and speak to her Prince. One day he walked through the halls and heard a beautiful voice. Intrigued and mesmerised, he followed the voice down the empty halls until he reached the choir room and saw a beautiful girl with lovely, long cherry red hair, and sky blue eyes. By herself, singing. He wasn't sure how long he was standing there, watching her, time seemed non-existent. Vivi freaked out, became very flustered and embarrassed, surprised when she finally finished singing and saw the guy she had been thinking about every day, standing there, watching her. Of course, from that day they got talking and eventually became an item. She learned that he lived in the city while she lived in the country, two very far and different places. Viviana had always been interested in the city and always wanted to go there. She collected many items that reminded her of the city, hidden in a box under her bed. A box full of her dreams for the future. When she finally told her parents about the guy she was in a relationship with and that she wanted to be with him in the city. They were strongly against it. A lot of fights broke out between herself and her parents, arguing, crying, frustration. Her parents were trying to look out for her while Vivi was stubborn and in love. When she was finally 18, she ran away from home and secretly left to live with her love in the city. She continued to sing, her partner always requested this of her. And she did just that, even when she might not have felt like it. Vi was a push over, completely at the mercy of her partner, he had complete control of her life, she would have no where to go if he discarded her. She gave her everything to him, her soul, love and body. Eventually, Viviana began to notice after a year that he was growing more, distant, distasteful, rude, rough and abusive. She loved him too much to ever defend herself and simply put up with it, always telling him she loved him. It was until one day, she found out he had found a new woman, a much more mature looking female who he acted much kinder to, treated her like how he used to treat Vi. She was replaced and yet he still kept Viviana around. She couldn't understand why. Viviana became depressed, started cutting her wrists and thighs. She was anti social and kept all her emotions bottled up inside. Until one day when she got back to their apartment after window shopping, she caught her Prince charming, screwing the girl she had caught him with in public weeks ago. Her heart was finally shattered, her eyes wide with fear, tears and anger. The two hadn't even noticed her yet, watching them, or perhaps they did and didn't care. Viviana revealed a most fierce, ferocious facial expression she had never thought she was capable of expressing before. Filled with rage, feeling betrayed and broken beyond repair, Vivianna headed for the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife and went to impale the two, aiming first for the girl. However she was interrupted by her screams, alerting her Prince who managed to get in the way of the knife, to only be cut on his arm. He tried to calm her, attempting to fill her head with false hope, lies, trickery, anything to get her to stop, while the girl already went to call the police. After stalling Vi, having her stand there a mess, crying, screaming, yelling with her knife held tightly, ready to strike at any moment, the two argued until the police finally arrived in time.
The police found out she was the girl, a mother and father in the country were looking for; having been missing for a year she was returned to her family who comforted her after learning of what happened from the police. The charges were dropped after learning of her history with the man, noticing the self harm and her young age it was subjected as a mental illness. After some counseling and therapy, and the tiniest bit of improvement, her parents made the tough decision of sending their poor, beloved daughter to a most famous and beautiful Asylum. A place they felt she would feel most comfortable. And so begins Viviana's story of being a mental patient for the first time ever.

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Viviana Umiko

Possessive | Obsessive | Shy | Gullible
Asperger's Syndrome | Schizoid Personality Disorder | Avoidant Personality Disorder | Major Depressive Disorder


โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: The Little MermaidโŽฆ

|| Speech - #f00755 ||

โŽก"My Romeo found a new Juliet"โŽฆ



So begins...

Viviana Umiko's Story

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Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: Lillian Brennan Character Portrait: Evelyn Stiltskin Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko

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โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: Snow White and the HuntsmanโŽฆ

Flamboyant / Inappropriate / Friendly / Reserved / Delusional / Schizophrenic / Disorganized

Speech - #FF0040


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My, oh my, he was popular already wasn't he? Roland hadn't even talked to anyone yet and he had two older patients come to greet him and even the other newbie stopped by before going off to talk to a female patient sitting by the window. Though the other new patient didn't say anything too important for Roland to really consider. He didn't really understand what he said anyway. Rare sausage? What did that have to do with his mirror? Roland saw a couple of other individuals standing back but also watching and waiting and he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to all of these people. It wasn't usually part of his prerogative to be this sociable but he could flow with this. Or at least try to. Right now, the most important thing was to survive long enough to get Adair back from those sons of bitches who took his last soul fragment. He wouldn't let that stand. He was the protector after all. He needed to keep Adair safe no matter what happened. He didn't know this place well enough yet to event try and take it all on himself. It looked like these two white haired patients were going to have to do.

He was quiet for much longer than he probably should have, his mind distracted by his need to regain his mirror. His eyes kept straying back towards the gates where the nurse was sorting through all of the things that were looted from incoming patients. Thief. That is all that person was. Then there was a sentence that caught his attention. "Do you want some help getting it back?" Roland's eyes quickly found the white haired patient that had come up to him last and he seemed to forget that there was someone else who had spoken to him first with welcome and greeting to this hell hole. He reached out and grabbed the second patient by the arms in eagerness as a smile spread over his lips. This one was going to help him achieve his goal. He even bounced a little and chuckled in his sudden glee.

"Yes! Yes I need some help getting it back. I want it back, he needs it and I am his keeper. Roland is my name. You are Yuuji? No, no, the other one is Yuuji," he corrected himself and shook his head, finally glancing back to the other person beside him. "He is Yuuji. Who are you?" he asked then. He even hugged the stranger. "You will help me get it back! Did they take it from you as well? We'll be best friends if we succeed our task. Adair and I help you with yours." He kept jumping back and forth through his conversations but it made logical sense to him. At least his internal voices were quiet for now so he didn't have to deal with them on top of everything else. "How do we start?"

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Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: Lillian Brennan Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko

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Viviana Umiko

Possessive | Obsessive | Shy | Gullible
Asperger's Syndrome | Schizoid Personality Disorder | Avoidant Personality Disorder | Major Depressive Disorder


โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: The Little MermaidโŽฆ

|| Speech - #f00755 ||

โŽก"My Romeo found a new Juliet"โŽฆ


Viviana sat in the car quite calm on the outside, but on the inside she felt her heart in her throat. Her parents were the ones who drove her to the famous WildOak Asylum. They didn't want to, but they felt it was the best thing to do for their little girl. Viviana was silent the whole trip. Only giving her parents one word replies. She wasn't mad at them, she was mad at herself. For what she did, how she let herself fall into the hands of another so easily. How she let her emotions cause her to end up like this. Not that she was aware of her problems, she was only aware that others saw her as unstable. Vivi vowed to never give her heart to another ever again, to never trust anyone ever again. To never talk to another ever again. She wanted to be alone, forever, so that she wouldn't make the same mistake, so that she wouldn't like anyone.

Deep in thought, the car suddenly came to a halt. Her parents looked back at her and gave her a saddened smile. "We're here sweetie. Don't worry everything's going to be fine and you'll be back home sooner than you think." That's what her mother kept saying, trying to convince herself that everything would be sunshine and rainbows. Her father gently placed a hand on her mother's shoulder before turning to Vi. "Come on Vi, we'll walk you up."

After getting out of the car, they walked to the entrance, having to wait patiently as the patients were taken in in a timed fashion. "This is as far as you can go I'm afraid. Say your goodbyes." A warden said to her parents. Her parents nodded before turning to Viviana. Her mother was quick to pull her into a tight, warm hug, her father did the same. Vivi was surprised by the sudden hug and she swallowed, trying to pushing her heart back down, feeling the urge to cry. She hesitantly lifted her arms and hugged them both. "We love you sweetie." Her mother said, sealed with a kiss on her forehead. "Be a good girl, everything will be alright." Her father ended the conversation with that and the two reluctantly left her with the warden.

Viviana found it hard to speak, she didn't know what to say really. All she could manage was a weak smile that was quick to fade as she turned to the warden who began to instruct her on what was to come next. A nice cool breeze made her feel a little more, relaxed, she hadn't really been outside the house at all apart from going to therapy. Tucking her cherry red hair behind her ear, she studied the Asylum with her big, sky blue eyes. Viviana was quite intrigued, the place looked beautiful, she suddenly didn't feel so nervous. A check took place and she was in the clear, having no personal items on her except her clothing, she made her way to the entrance of the building.

Taking in a deep breath as she was lead inside, time felt like it had slowed down around her, gradually getting closer and closer to the inside. "Here we go." She muttered to herself as she finally took her first step inside the building. Looking around at her surroundings she felt extremely uncomfortable so suddenly. There were more people than she had expected, curiously watching. They must have known there would be new people arriving. "Please don't look at me, don't look at me." Viviana repeated in her mind until a nurse broke her thoughts.

"You'll be placed in the first ward, but if you're caught harming yourself or another you'll be put into the second ward."
Vivi simply nodded in reply. Viviana simply stood there, not knowing where to go or what to do, she felt the need to be as unnoticeable as possible. Although she always seemed to stand out with her vibrant, red hair and blue eyes, eventually people forgot about her when she made no effort to interact with them

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Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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Detective March wasnโ€™t sure why he had been selected as an escort, because he sure as hell wasnโ€™t enjoying it right now.

Perhaps it was because he was relatively new to the position, having only received the promotion a few months ago in a blare of lights and trumpets. Perhaps it was his reputation of being stone cold, unmovable; a reputation completely undeserved, in his opinion. After all, as far as March was concerned, he was simply a bleeding heart blessed with the gift of stoicness.

Whatever the reason was, he truly wished that someone else had been selected. The entire ride had left him...well, uneasy, to say the least. The children in the back were about the age of his oldest, and yet both had been accused with murder and the abduction of a poor couple. A glance at the mirror flared those feelings even stronger within him. The boy, Gale, was staring placidly out of the window, wrists looking far too bony and small in their iron cuffs. Olivia, the girl, was fiddling with the yo-yo she had managed to get on the trip, attempting to do a few tricks in spite of her limited movement.

It was...haunting. Disturbing, really. It was just like his chief had told him, way back in training; it was always the innocent-looking ones who were the worse. Tightening his hands around the wheel, March brought his attention back to the road. Focus, Jasper. Nothing wrong with feeling a little off here and now.

Driving into the driveway of the asylum, March pressed gingerly onto the breaks, and, turning off the ignition for the time being, stepped out of the car and went to open the door on Galeโ€™s end. Swallowing in an effort to moisten his suddenly-dried tongue, he took a few steps back, gesturing for the blond to follow. โ€œWeโ€™re here,โ€ he said gruffly, watching as the boy blinked up at him before nodding and slipping from the seat. Without any word from March, Olive soon followed, scooting over in pursuit of her brother and dropping to her feet.

The journey wasnโ€™t over yet, however. Fingers brushing absentmindedly over his holster, Jasper moved behind the twins, trailing behind them as they took the steps into the building. Far too old-fashioned for his tastes, he noted as they entered. Looked as if some Dracula-type fellow would just come strolling past the corner, cheerfully informing them that โ€œI vant to suck your bloodโ€ with a flick of his cape.

This whole situation was just surreal, really. Gave him the creeps.

After bringing the twins into one of the checkpoints, a few of the guards began to remove all of the belongings they had managed to bring with them. For the most part, the children were just as obedient as they had been on the trip there, and just as silent; at least, until one of the guardโ€™s hands wrapped around Oliveโ€™s little yo-yo. Eyes widening almost comedically, the youth took a few steps forward, raising a hand as if to stop the man. โ€œMy yo-yo,โ€ she murmured, staring up at the guard with an almost wounded expression.

Upon catching sight of what was occurring, Gale suddenly snapped to attention, and began to speak rapidly towards his sibling- something that March was unable to catch properly. However, it stopped Olive in her tracks, and the detective was able to get at least some understanding of what was happening as the vowels continued to roll off the boy's tongue. German. He was speaking German. Although part of March wanted to ask the guards if they should really be communicating in anything other than English, it managed to make Olive step back beside her sibling, and that seemed to be enough for the workers.

โ€œYou can leave now,โ€ one said mercifully, and March nodded eagerly and rocked back on his heels. Thank god. With only a short glance back behind his shoulder, he began to make his way out of the building.

They better be paying him extra for doing this little favor, or god help himโ€ฆ

Back in the asylum, the twins continued their path deeper and deeper, eventually losing the handcuffs- revealing reddish, purple welts on their skin. It seemed as if they had been digging their wrists in somehow- and exchanging their prisonersโ€™ clothing for a set of lost-and-foundsโ€™. The outfits made the small teenagers seem even smaller, and both fidgeted with the too-long cuffs, but they did not protest. Gale even chose to thank the guards, voice soft and eyes averted to the floor.

After checking them one last time, a nurse was called in to lead both down the halls, to the rec room. As she explained the basic rules, their privileges, and so on, Olive slipped her hand into Galeโ€™s, giving the slightest of smiles when she felt his fingers curl around hers and squeeze.

โ€œYou havenโ€™t forgotten, have you?โ€ The voice was quiet, hardly audible so as to avoid the prying ears of the nurse, and with a bit of a stronger squeeze to ascertain that he had caught his sisterโ€™s attention. Without hesitation, Olive nodded, bringing her eyes back onto the end of the hall.

โ€œNo. I remember everything.โ€

โ€œGood.โ€

And with that brief exchange, they were finally led into the room, the nurse that had escorted them padding away with her duty having been done. The twins stood almost awkwardly at first at the doorway of the room, still hand-in-hand, glancing about and assessing their company. Upon catching sight of an odd, stitched-up creature, Olive gave a light tug, turning away her eyes to allow Gale a glance without bringing suspicion. It was an odd form of mutilation, really; either the medical procedures here were sub-par, or the boy had managed to get away with doing it to himself.

Once their little rounds were over and done with- for the most part, it seemed like many of the surrounding patients were about their age- the pair made their way to a loveseat and sat themselves into it, watching the activity bustling around them curiously.

Gale looked as if he was attempting to appear as inconspicuous as possible, dropping his hands back into his lap and tapping a rhythm onto the bone.

Olive seemed as if she wanted to join one of the conversations about her, but simply did not know where to start; kicking her feet and scuffing her borrowed shoes against the wooden flooring.

Both managed an air of slight nervousness and fascination.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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Calm|Intelligent|Sardonic|Observant

Schizophrenia | Agorophobia

โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: Peter PanโŽฆ

|| Speech - #00ADAD ||
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Kazue met the eyes of the boy, coming closer, an unusual thing to do. "Do you want some help getting it back? He offered.

The boy's reaction was far more intense then he thought it would be; he seized Kazuo's arms, eyes flaring with hope.

"Yes! Yes I need some help getting it back. I want it back, he needs it and I am his keeper. Roland is my name. You are Yuuji? No, no, the other one is Yuuji. He is Yuuji. Who are you?" He asked excitedly, head whipping back and forth, then pounced and hugged him. "You will help me get it back! Did they take it from you as well? We'll be best friends if we succeed our task. Adair and I help you with yours. How do we start?"

He's so happy, so trusting, the first thing he must learn is not to trust so easily, for humans are terrible creatures.So young, so cute, so innocent. So ignorant. So evil. Yes, Kazuko agreed. He truly is quite the vile creature. Do not worry. We will make him beautiful. He assured.

Kazuko gave the boy an indulgent smile, then attempted to answer him in the correct order, his voice dropping to a whisper after the initial introduction so they nurses wouldn't over hear. "I'm Kazuko. Of course I'll help you - I really hate those guards. I thank you for the offer of help, but I don't need it right now - they tried to take away my council with those drugs, but I wouldn't let them. Of course i'll be your friend - but I'm always really quiet, but when I do talk, it's usually something important so make sure to listen okay? First we have to make them think you're harmless so that you'll be placed with more freedom, so you can sneak away to go get him. Alright?"

Kazuko gave the boy a kind smile, then shot an annoyed look over his shoulder, where one of the other patients was hovering far to close for comfort. "Hm? What's this? Planning on breaking some rules already newbie?" He said cheerily.

Kazuko glared, and then using slammed his elbow behind him into the man's gut. Hard. "Don't get so close to me without permission." He reprimanded, monotone. The startled nurses started rushing forward, but Kazuko waved them off. "We wont fight," he assured, "It was just to make sure he knew I meant it."

He looked up again in curiosity as another person entered through the checkpoint, strange only because she was completely alone, looking around uncertainly, no guard beside her. Quite strange indeed. Bright red hair with blue eyes; unusual, but not nearly as unusual as his own snow white and unnatural mutation of teal eyes. No guard; she was newer, a first ward. The others would harm her. He would help her as well - she needed to learn, to become dark just as they were so that she wouldn't be so alone. So that she could understand them, and they her. Trial was life's best teacher. They who are outcasted, they must stick together, and keep each other strong by making sure the other never forgot, never accepted the blindness of normality. If they did it would be betray for normal people could not understand them; and being a turncoat was the worst offense you could commit, ripping away the warmth of acceptance and trust. She must learn that she would be heavily punished for that; yes, she must learn... perhaps Yuuji would like to help. Kazuko gave the girl a small smile and nod, holding out a hand to her with a palm up, gesturing her over.

He ignored the two who came in after her; he knew with but a glance that they did not need his help, the look in their eyes as they scanned the room fully showing they knew of the darkness and how to protect themselves; independent. Kazuko internally gave a nod of approval and dismissed them from mind. Their actions were their responsibility.

Kazuko glanced at Yuuji to see his reaction to the other three newcomers, only to see he was staring intently at the very first of all the new arrivals, shaking; Kazuko carefully and briefly placed a hand on his shoulder, drawing the boy's attention, and shook his head slightly. It was still day; nurses were here. It was the time to be observing and planning, not teaching. Yuuiji gave the slightest of huffs, then focused once again on the boy, Roland, turning completive as he calmed, then suddenly reaching forward and snatching his arm, tugging up the sleeve; an obvious gesture to anyone familiar with the insane or mentally broken. Checking for scars. Personally Kazuko had never understood cutting; yes, he understood why it would help on a scientific level; the brain would sent out natural pain relieving chemicals, which would numb the emotions as well as the physical pain. But it had never appealed to him.

โ€œWhat do you need it so bad for?" Yuuiji demanded, referring to whatever the nurses had taken. "Youโ€™re too old to carry a blanket around- Oh! Perhaps itโ€™s your needle and threadโ€ฆ It could be one of those mental things. Some people do their cuts inside their head. I havenโ€™t figured out how that works though apparently itโ€™s like finding the right pair of shoes, only certain blades work in that area." Yuuiji thought out loud, then paused before suddenly diverted paths back to his original thought. โ€œWhat is it exactly?โ€

Kazuko decided to allow his own curiosity to show as well, tipping his head to the side and widening his eyes slightly in the accepted gesture of innocent inquiry, urging the new one to speak.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yukiko Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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David, The Wolf
Violent | Crude | Childish | Needy
Schizoaffective Disorder| Psychopathic Tendancies | Borderline Personality Disorder

โŽก Role:Patient โ–ฎ Tale:Little Red Riding HoodโŽฆ
|| Speech - #750D0D ||
โŽก"Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?"โŽฆ






"And the psychos keep pourin' in." David stated grinning widely as he glimpsed at the twins' arrival. He'd taken a seat next to Lilian, completely invading her personal space and resting an arm around her up against the window seated like a king with his concubine. He touched her hair inappropriately letting the silky strands run through his fingers and let his gaze go back to Emmet, dark and threatning like a wolf sizing up to a stranger. 'Fucker thinks he can make a fool of me.' He thought, disregarding lilian's discomfort and anxious eyes looking everywhere but at him as if not seeing him would make him go away. "I'll break his pretty little fag face if he so much as looks at me like that again." He muttered.

An orderly than approached him, glowering and bristling like a fussed up porcupine. His voice was halting and sharp, a real rule wizard practically bursting at the seams from all the violations. The inappropriate conduct with all the hugging and touching, letting the patients gather like some prison gang in the middle of the room. Wolf peered up at him, both amused and bored. "I'm going to have to ask you to find someplace else to sit, newbie. Can't you see you're causing her stress?"

David chuckled, harmlessly and clasped Lilian's shoulder. "What d'you mean? We're getting along just goddamn fine. She got her doodle pad I ain't hurtin' her, and I'm just takin' on the sights. I might learn a thing or two. I'll take good care of the lil' miss don't you fuss. It's those assholes you oughta be concerned 'bout. I think they're planin' some kinda orgy." David nodded towards the small group. "Pasty face is obviously leadin' um. Look at 'im standing there all authorative and shit." He gestured to Emmet stringing his lie flawlessly mispronouncing the larger words like some kind of dull wit." "Looks like they all need time to themselves, know what I mean?"

He orderly huffed and observed the group from afar. They had been in that little cluster for some time, though he doubted they were planning an orgy something was obviously up. He glanced back at David. "You find a seat at one of the tables before I lock you up in your room and leave that girl alone."

With that the orderly approached the group to warn them to loosen up the group and find things to entertain themselves like the few boardgames that had actual pieces in them. David obeyed so as not to get himself in trouble so awfully early in the game and he found a seat on a couch not far away chasing away the other two who'd already been sitting there and taking up most the space on his own by laying on it.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: Lillian Brennan Character Portrait: Evelyn Stiltskin Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yukiko Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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โŽกIf only one is real, does that make the other fake? I don't buy it.โŽฆ

โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: Snow White and the HuntsmanโŽฆ

Flamboyant / Inappropriate / Friendly / Reserved / Delusional / Schizophrenic / Disorganized

Speech - #FF0040


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So many questions! So many people! He didn't know who to give his attention to. He mostly wanted to talk to Kazuko considering he was the one that said he'd help him get the mirror shard back. But then... Yuuji sounded like he may help in this endeavor as well. And then there was Emmett. He was really tall. The stranger towered over him and he found he didn't quite like that. Roland hated to admit it, but he did feel threatened by his size and height. If shit hit the fan he would have a hard time fighting against the big guy. Why was he so curious about what they were discussing? He made no indication if he was going to help them or hinder them either so he wasnโ€™t sure the man was someone he could count on or not.

Before he could sort through anything else, Yuuji had grabbed his arm. Alarmed, he immediately tensed and his eyes narrowed on the white haired male. His hand tightened into a fist as his sleeve was rolled up to reveal the healing scars he obtained from fighting with his father and then scrambling over the mirror shards. It was obvious they were not self inflected or methodological. Yuuji didnโ€™t have his permission to see those old injuries so he quickly pulled his arm out of the manโ€™s grip. And what was he going on about? His needle and thread? He didnโ€™t use a needle and thread though it was obvious to him that this Yuuji person used such things to mark himself up. What was the purpose of the threads? Without thinking, he did extend his own hand to touch a particularly interesting bit of threading on the manโ€™s arm and tilted his head to the side curiously. "What do these threads mean?" he asked then. "They have a purpose that is not obvious and the pattern is very interesting," he mused.

When he had satisfied his own curiosity, he registered the fact that both Kazoku and Yuuji wanted to know what it was exactly he was trying to get back from the nurses. He offered a mischievous little smile and winked. โ€œIt is everything, it is simple. It is Adair, it is me. Just a fraction of what it used to be. It is light and glossy, its meaning only conveyed by heart,โ€ he answered. โ€œYou will see when we get it back. It hangs on a chain.โ€ He wasnโ€™t going to reveal all of his secrets after all and it was no onesโ€™ business to know exactly what was held within that little piece of glass.


Then the orderly hurried over to them and told them to disperse their activity. He had a mind to go against the man, but if he insisted and they continued this chat, the nurses would get suspicious. He didnโ€™t want to rouse them and put them on high alert. That would only make his mirror harder to obtain. He offered a smile to the nurse instead and gave a nod. He shoved his hands in his pockets then looking for a small sheet of paper that had been given to him earlier. This was a good time to bring it up after all and may offer him a chance to speak with Kazoku more without the nurses getting suspicious. When he finally found it, he cried out โ€˜aha!โ€™ and unfolded the paper. โ€œKazoku! Could you show me to my room? I used to be ward 3 back at the place but they dropped me down for good behavior,โ€ he explained and gave Kazoku the paper that stated what his room number was. "I don't know where the rooms are or what ward they put me in."

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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Yuuji, Puppet Boy
Bubbly | Flamboyant | Impulsive | Insensitive
Sociopathy| Self Harming/depression | Schizotypal Personality Disorder



โŽก Role:Patient โ–ฎ Tale:PinocchioโŽฆ
|| Speech - #D851FF ||
โŽก"I'm not real yet, but I will be I promise."โŽฆ



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Yuuji beamed; pleased that he was curious about the red threading that lined his body. It was impossible to tell just how much of his body was decorated with the scarlet thread. โ€œWhy itโ€™sโ€ฆmy discipline of course. Everyone needs something to keep them human, you know? I was born empty you see, this keeps me good.โ€ He smiled pleasantly and observed the threading along the back of his hand.

Yuuji understood very little of Adairโ€™s explanation as most of it sounded like some sort of descriptive narrative to describe a simple mirror. The idea that Adair thought it was a piece of him flew past him without difficulty. After all he didnโ€™t at all seem empty like he was. It may have been too early to tell but and empty vessel was pretty easy for him to spot. Ki was empty, Emmet wasnโ€™t empty but he seemed to like pretending he was. Kazu it was harder to tell but he was sure something was there lost behind his madness He opened his mouth to speak before they were interrupted by the orderly telling them to find something to do that didnโ€™t involve suspicious pow-wows. Yuuji sighed, annoyed and disappointed before he wandered over where Ki sat and pulled a chair up in front of him, straddling it like a rocking horse and resting on the back so he could glare into Kiโ€™s eyes, imitating his persistently serious expression. โ€œLook at Ki all lonely and alone. Kiiiiiiiiiiii Kiiiiiiii why wonโ€™t you play with meeeโ€

He pouted and turned in his seat sprawling over the back until he was looking at him upside down, his back bending in a way that seemed almostโ€ฆ.wrong. His white hair reached towards the ground. His slim neck completely bare and visible, seeming far longer and more delicate with his milk pale skin stretched tight over his trachea and collarbones. A small Adamโ€™s apple bobbed daintily, red threads running down its center and disappearing beneath his shirt collar. โ€œYou should wear my threads, youโ€™re empty too. It would do you goodโ€ฆ.plusโ€ฆ.it feelsโ€ฆโ€

He closed his eyes and smiled before chuckling and sounding as if heโ€™d been intoxicated. He stood and strode over to him then rest an arm on his shoulder casually. โ€œIโ€™ll even let you put a few in me. I need it with all these sweet little temptations strutting their way in.โ€ He sighed and leaned against the wall next to the window and gazed at the twins. โ€œI wonder if the boy would like some threads. The girl Iโ€™d like to tear her eyes outโ€ฆI wonder what heโ€™d do if I tore out her eyes.โ€

โ€œHey!โ€ He hissed from across the room, speaking towards Gale. โ€œYou there! Cutie! Come here!โ€

He gestured with a hand; magenta eyes wide as he glanced at the orderly that had split up the last group. โ€œPsst!โ€

He got impatient and slipped quietly across the room. His eyes glimmered in awe. โ€œSo cute! Are you two real twins?โ€

Heโ€™d never, in hind-sight actually spoken to a proper pair of twins. He patted them both on the heads and compared their heights then stared between them. โ€œHave they ever done tests on you? When one twin hurts does the other one feel it?โ€

He randomly pinched Galeโ€™s forearm to see if Olivia would squeal in pain. โ€œSo cool! Iโ€™d love to play with you two. You would look absolutely glorious with some solemn black thread.โ€

โ€œOh! Let me introduce you to my dearest companion.โ€ He tugged Gale by the arm towards Ki, for the most part assuming his sister would follow. He didnโ€™t really like her nearly as much as cute little Gale.

โ€œKi! Ki! Theyโ€™re real twins! This is โ€ฆ.umโ€ฆโ€He glanced at Gale. โ€œWhat was your name again?โ€

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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This was already turning out to be quite the interesting gathering.

Within a span of a few moments, one of the patients had jabbed his elbow into the gut of the other, only to get off without a warning. Of course, the fascination of the twins towards the event did not show; instead, both recoiled as if they had been the ones struck, slinking into the cushioning of the sofa and huddling close.

It was easy to tell that there was at least some measure of camaraderie between the gathered patients, if not an alliance of some sort. It only made sense, really; after all, they had been there for who-knew-how-long. It was a necessity to have a truce between killer and killer.

Unfortunately, Olive thought, it would mean that their tricks would be more easily picked up on, if they werenโ€™t careful. Especially if the the orderlies were less lenient when it came to punishment; although it would allow for some freedom, it would undoubtedly cause trouble from the other patients if they were not careful.

Ironically enough, Galeโ€™s mindset had gone a more opportunistic route than his sisterโ€™s. Depending on how large the group was, it would definitely be a challenge if they decided to gang up on them, or prefered to stay together in favor of wandering off. If they needed to make someone vanish, then there was a larger risk of getting caughtโ€ฆ

Still, though, it was a challenge. A puzzle with vague rules that needed to be defined, and soon. It was with the uncanny ability twins seemed to be gifted with that their minds reached the same conclusion, and that they continued to people-watch.

Their newfound hobby was cut short, however, by the patchworked boy calling out to Gale. As if on cue, the blond immediately started, meeting Yuujiโ€™s eyes with his own. As the other attempted to gesture him over, he put on a nervous look, glancing up at a nearby orderly- as if for permission- before lowering his head, peering at Yuuji through his lashes.

He was focusing on him, and him alone, by the looks of it.

Interesting.

The possibilities as to what the boy could want were endless, really. Everyone had reasons for being in a asylum, and he was no different. The boy could have thought Gale to be the weaker of the two, choosing him as a target.

Perhaps Olive had been picked, instead. After all, there appeared to be a group, and if she was being excluded, it could mean that he had been selected to join. If that was the case, it was difficult to tell what he had in store for the younger of the twins.

There was always the chance he was hoping to separate them, however. Divide and conquer was a fairly common strategy.

Whatever the case was, the best thing they could do was go along with it. Continue acting the part as the nervous children.

Wait until they had a proper grasp on who the stitched boy was, what he wanted.

As Yuuji skipped up to them, words hanging off his tongue, both watched with no small amount of curiosity. At his comment, and subsequent question, Gale once again dipped his head shyly. Olive only blinked up at the man first, before giving a slight smile towards her brother and nudging him to speak. Encouraging him to be social, just like any good sister would for her timid sibling.

โ€œUm, well,โ€ Gale began, seemingly distracted by a particularly interesting piece of lint on his pants. โ€œth...thank you, sir. Weโ€™re twins, yes, sir.โ€

Patting her brotherโ€™s arm for the โ€œeffortโ€, Olive nodded slightly, content to let the answer serve as her own for the moment. At the sudden mention of โ€œtestsโ€, and the question of the extent of their bond, both prepared to answer, although they didnโ€™t get a chance to speak before Yuuji had reached out and pinched Galeโ€™s forearm.

Gale gave a wince at the action, attempting to pull away, although it did not seem to give much of an effect on Olive physically. Instead, the girlโ€™s eyes darkened for a moment before switching to a look of concern as she looked over the patch of skin. She seemed to be satisfied by her examination, however, and the pair once again turned their attention to the puppet-like boy.

โ€œAsides from what you did now, sir?โ€ A note of dry amusement had slipped into his tone, momentarily disturbing the innocence Gale had been portraying.

It was at this time that Olive decided to chime into the conversation. โ€œWeโ€™ve tried, sir,โ€ she began, โ€œbut we canโ€™t.โ€

At the mention of โ€œlooking gloriousโ€ with โ€œsolemn black threadโ€, the pair exchanged a brief look, eyes flicking back to Yuujji with an obvious quizzicalness.

โ€œ...Thread?โ€

โ€œPardon us, sir, but do you mean like yours?โ€ Olive gave a quick sweep towards the bright red stitching on the otherโ€™s arm; a stark contrast against pale skin. If that was the case, then that gave an even stronger pointer to self-mutilation. Considering how obvious they were, as well, it didnโ€™t take much to wonder why they hadnโ€™t been removed. And if they had, that meant he had somehow managed to sew them back in againโ€ฆ

Before they could pry further, Gale had been jerked to his feet, Yuuji attempting to drag him off to meet a โ€œdear companionโ€. An almost feline coyness suddenly flashed in the boyโ€™s eyes at the fact that he was continuing to disregard his sister, and, making an effort to look alarmed, jerked back and wrapped his fingers around Oliveโ€™s wrist- effectively taking her along for the ride.

If he was actively trying to split them somehow, his reaction should give some sort of indicator.

As they stopped before yet another older man, the twins took a moment to look over their new company before releasing their grip on each other.

โ€œThis is my dear brother, Gale.โ€

โ€œThis is my dear sister, Olivia.โ€

Both then extended a hand for a shake, although, as expected, Gale was more hesitant about it; shifting from one foot to the next, while Olive held no such shakiness.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kazuko Kouta Character Portrait: Ki Misae Character Portrait: David The Wolf Character Portrait: Emmett Rossiter Character Portrait: Adair Casimir Character Portrait: Yukiko Character Portrait: Yuuji Tamashi Character Portrait: Viviana Umiko Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Gale Eden

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#, as written by Skykoko
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Calm|Intelligent|Sardonic|Observant

Schizophrenia | Agorophobia


โŽก Role: Patient โ–ฎ Tale: Peter PanโŽฆ

|| Speech - #00ADAD ||
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Kazoku narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at Adair's description of what the attendants had taken from him; a necklace, something that he believed was necessary for his survival. Internally a smirk adorned his face; this kind was easy to control. His eyes betrayed nothing as Adair shoved a piece of paper into his hand, only glancing after Yuuiji as he skipped away when a nurse cautiously approached and sent them on their separate ways.

โ€œKazoku! Could you show me to my room? I used to be ward 3 back at the place but they dropped me down for good behavior. I don't know where the rooms are or what ward they put me in." Adair babbled. Kazoku merely nodded, glancing at the paper. Second ward; one floor down and one room to the left from his own. Fairly easy to access.

"Yes, I know where this is." Kazoku assured, already going over his options in his head.

The first step is getting back that necklace, after all we want him to trust us.

Which means we have to track which nurse has it and where they put it. Is that one assigned today? If they're assigned we must find out who, if not we must find the one with the most freedom to shadow them. And then we will simply get the door code from Ki and go in to get it.

Or we could just kill the nurse and take it. Kinda, ya know... easier, the moment they're alone and all.


There was a moment of silence inside his head.

... Good point, there's that as well.

Kazoku felt the barest of amused smiles turn up the corner of his mouth. Well then, we have a plan, He summed up as his eyes locked on the nurse Adair had indicated earlier. His eyes followed the man's gaze to the cat girl, Yukiko, just as she was leaving the room in her usual manner. He reached forward and tugged on the hem of Adair's sleeve, indicating for him to follow, and then locked eyes with Yuuji and then Ki where they were in the shadows by the far wall. Aloud he instructed Adair, "This way."

They walked quickly towards the door, two of the nurses following about four yards behind them after a few shared whispers, by the fact they didn't say anything most likely deciding to allow them all to stay together, most likely assuming they were just taking the new ones on a tour. They'd have to ditch them at some point.

For Yuuiji, the moment the boy came close he murmured the plan under his breath; for Ki, who resolutely refused to come within touching distance of any of the other humans, he merely locked eyes and then looked at the nurse, then back to him. It was the entirety of what their fragile treaty was based on; causing trouble.

The door to the entrance lounge swung shut behind them.



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Unwavering|Quiet|Reserved|Loyal
ASPD | Cyclothymia


โŽก Role - Patient โ–ฎ Tale - Peter PanโŽฆ

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As stated once before, Ki was never a people person; he'd come here to watch the goings-on, but now, now he severely regretted allowing his boredom to do something so foolish as to be in the same room as a bunch of other people.

It had been okay for a while; no one had seemed to notice him in the shadows thrown by the windows, observing and identifying where each would be in the hierarchy; which ones would fold and die under the experimentation, which ones minds would break completely under the pressure, which ones would endure, and which ones would actually survive. The last category had the least ones in it this time around.

And then that screwed up fashion designer had tried to glomp him again and totally ruined his thought process. He'd dodged purely by reflex, glaring at the boy, who returned it with a deadpan pokerface as he dragged over one of the chairs by the nearby window and tipped it back once he was sitting down. โ€œLook at Ki all lonely and alone. Kiiiiiiiiiiii Kiiiiiiii why wonโ€™t you play with meee. You should wear my threads, youโ€™re empty too. It would do you goodโ€ฆ plusโ€ฆ it feelsโ€ฆโ€

The boy trailed off, and Ki gave him a creeped out look hoping to God should he exist and be listening that the other human was not getting aroused at the thoughts inside his head and wishing he would go away regardless of wether he was. "... No thanks." He managed at last, subtly leaning away.

Yuuji stood and walked aver to him, reaching out to touch him. Ki wished he'd had to foresight to bring something sharp to stab him with. But then again, Yuuji would probably enjoy that, which defeated the purpose. This, this right here, was why he tried to avoid the guy. Half the time he didn't actually mind the boy because he wouldn't do something so stupid as to try and touch him or try to involve Ki in his twisted fantasies, but the other half... Ki sidestepped the hand with a glance at the nurses, wondering how much trouble he would get in if he took the plastic vase on the windowsill and broke it, then used the pieces to give Yuuiji a mortal injury that he might not survive so that he'd a least be stuck in bed for a month.

โ€œIโ€™ll even let you put a few in me. I need it with all these sweet little temptations strutting their way in.โ€ He wheedled.

Ki glanced at the small crowd of new arrivals; a large-framed male that was harassing that little shy one from First Ward, the one Kazuko had chosen as one of his possessions, the bright-haired girl hesitating in the doorway, and two that he would take to be twins staring around the room unblinkingly. And this was the reason that the other half of the time he allowed the boy near them... their similar nature as predators. Temptations, indeed; he truly couldn't wait to see if they would break or not. He hoped they did; it would actually be a mercy.

For the first week after a new transfer came, they would hold off on the extra experimentation; so that the patient could settle in. Patients had told people outside, of course, about what happened inside those walls; they left a margin of time to allow themselves to claim that the patient had just heard the rumors among the other patients and was saying those things to try and get out to some lesser facility where they would be able to manipulate the staff. Then after the week was up, they would take the new ones, one by one, and make them a part of the truth behind this asylum. Different minds reacted to different things different ways; they wanted as many experiments in their hands as possible.

That week was the reason he withstood the presences of both Yuuji and Emmett every now and then; it was their time to hunt, before the new ones had been broken or killed off by the staff. Once that week was up, one of three things would happen; the newby's already fragile minds would completely break under the pressure, they would die from drug OD, or they would become stronger. As such, this first week was the only time the hunts would be fun; when they were new, not expecting it. They would break as many as possible so the staff couldn't get to them first. And here they all were, right in front of them, gather like sheep to their slaughter; tempting indeed. But no, they must wait. Just for a bit, until the watchful eyes of the staff were focused somewhere else...

Yuuji finally gave up on physical contact and took the step to lean against the wall a few feet away, observing with him, tipping his head as he eyed the twins. โ€œI wonder if the boy would like some threads. The girl Iโ€™d like to tear her eyes outโ€ฆI wonder what heโ€™d do if I tore out her eyes.โ€

"Those ones will probably break." Ki stated. "Look how they cling to each other; take one away and the other will loose their grip on reality."

โ€œHey!โ€ Yuuji called cheerfully. โ€œYou there! Cutie! Come here!โ€

Ki was well aware that he himself had broken; though that fact alone suggested he was still in touch with reality, which was counter by the fact that he was a murderous sociopath, which of course started an eternal paradox. Ki had decided to stop trying to decide on that a long time ago; it was enough to make anyone's head hurt. It could very well be that the one left behind would turn into what he and the other two had; broken but not broken. If that were the case, it could be risky, as it would earn him an enemy, and the broken but not broken could be a very, very dangerous lot. But that was a rare case; in his whole life he had only met seven others like that, in the higher security asylums like this one. And that included Yuuji and Emmett. So it was doubtful that the twins would make the cut, far more likely they would entirely break.

And he couldn't wait to see it. A tiny smirk that he managed to pass off as a welcoming smile invited the two new patients closer. Yuuji couldn't take the distance anymore and raced forward the last few steps, leaving Ki to watch the interaction and plan their course.

โ€œHave they ever done tests on you? When one twin hurts does the other one feel it? So cool! Iโ€™d love to play with you two. You would look absolutely glorious with some solemn black thread. Oh! Let me introduce you to my dearest companion.โ€ Yuuji started babbling again, testing the pain theory with a pinch to the arm that made the twin flinch. Ki noted the other twin's glare - so that was the dominant one. Yuuji then seized the boy by the arm and dragged him the few steps close to Ki, the boy twisting to grab his sister's wrist in a slight panic, both calming as they realized he meant no harm... well, yet. โ€œKi! Ki! Theyโ€™re real twins! This isโ€ฆ umโ€ฆ What was your name again?โ€ He questioned the boy cluelessly. Ki let out a faint scoff.

โ€œThis is my dear brother, Gale.โ€

โ€œThis is my dear sister, Olivia.โ€

They were speaking for each other?

... Creepy. And cliche. This would be fun.

Bright teal caught his eye, and he looked over at Kazuko, who glanced at the nurse following Yukiko out of the room, then back to him in a look. Ki nodded, and then reached forward to give Yuuji the slightest of shoves to get his attention, motioning towards Kazuko, knowing the other would understand; the hunt was already on.

"Well, it seemed one of the others is taking a newby on a... tour. You can tag along if you like." He invited the twins, attempting to sound friendly and light, then turned and walked after Kazuko and the boy following behind him. After all; though they themselves were good at causing trouble with their rather sadistic tendencies, the prize had to go to Kazuko for creativity in causing trouble. It was always fun when he was on a mission.

He spared a glance at the two nurses who exited after him, one that he recognized as Kazoku's normal assigned nurse. He'd of course ditched his own; being a long-time patient had the advantage that they didn't even bother really trying to make sure they knew where he was anymore, since it made no difference wether they did anyway - and they knew it.

He kept a careful distance from the two others as they left the room and entered the halls; not wanting the new one to get the wrong idea should he be one of those people that hug people in greeting. Those kind freaked him out.

A bit behind him, he could hear the nurses whispering rapidly among themselves, planning what they would do - as if he couldn't hear them or something. Briefly he wondered if this was one of those 'normal person' things, because they seemed to do that a lot. Was he supposed to like... cover his ears so he didn't overhear them? Pretend he didn't even if it meant doing something with whatever he overheard? Ridiculous.

Let the game begin, he thought.