The Asylum RP (DEAD)
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"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Rarkses giggles.
"The vicious cabaret will have a least one death."
Rarkses poses in a polite matter.
"Who's?"
Rarkses giggles.
"Me? you'll just upset Jenny."
Rarkses pointed to Olaf.
"Him? maybe."
Rarkses glares.
"Tim? hardly."
Rarkses strikes out for Olaf again, cutting his arm deeply.
"Or your own father?"
Rarkses giggles.
"The vicious cabaret will have a least one death."
Rarkses poses in a polite matter.
"Who's?"
Rarkses giggles.
"Me? you'll just upset Jenny."
Rarkses pointed to Olaf.
"Him? maybe."
Rarkses glares.
"Tim? hardly."
Rarkses strikes out for Olaf again, cutting his arm deeply.
"Or your own father?"
"Well then who?"
Rarkses giggled.
"A vicious cabaret without death is like cheese without CRACKERS!"
Rarkses bursts out laughing.
"He hungers in his secret dreams for the cruel embrace of cold machines, but his lover is not what she seems, she will no leave a note.
Rarkses giggled.
"A vicious cabaret without death is like cheese without CRACKERS!"
Rarkses bursts out laughing.
"He hungers in his secret dreams for the cruel embrace of cold machines, but his lover is not what she seems, she will no leave a note.
Rarkses continues laughing.
"Who gives a shit about what you said."
Rarkses goes completely still.
"It's what you have done."
Rarkses smiles.
"I'm more than a hopeless romantic and a hothead."
Rarkses smile becomes teethy.
"I'M COMPLETELY INSANE!"
Rarkses laughs like a madman.
"And I'm having to much fun to let Marcus back soon."
"Who gives a shit about what you said."
Rarkses goes completely still.
"It's what you have done."
Rarkses smiles.
"I'm more than a hopeless romantic and a hothead."
Rarkses smile becomes teethy.
"I'M COMPLETELY INSANE!"
Rarkses laughs like a madman.
"And I'm having to much fun to let Marcus back soon."
" They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...
In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
But at least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.
Facing their Responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary see
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrwled upon the crumpled page...
There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
But he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endevours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
while his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with a brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's threat.
But he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-colour in the flooded gallery...
There's a girl who'll push but not shove and is desperate for her father's love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her hosts moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing What You Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrop's peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings
There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There's something hear for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret."
Rarkses just floated there.
"Well fuck"
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...
In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
But at least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.
Facing their Responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary see
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrwled upon the crumpled page...
There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
But he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endevours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
while his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with a brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's threat.
But he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-colour in the flooded gallery...
There's a girl who'll push but not shove and is desperate for her father's love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her hosts moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing What You Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrop's peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.
At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings
There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There's something hear for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret."
Rarkses just floated there.
"Well fuck"
Olaf got to his cell and started bandaging the wound on his arm.
"Goddamn son of a mother!"
"Ooh, someone's grumpy today."
"It's all YOUR fault I might get killed!"
"She tempted me. And it worked."
"If you could just control yourself..."
"Then I would be just like you. And I'm supposed to be your opposite."
"You're lucky I can't do anything against you or so help me you'd be dead faster then a speeding bullet."
Rachel walked into his cell and gave Olaf a kiss.
"Goddamn son of a mother!"
"Ooh, someone's grumpy today."
"It's all YOUR fault I might get killed!"
"She tempted me. And it worked."
"If you could just control yourself..."
"Then I would be just like you. And I'm supposed to be your opposite."
"You're lucky I can't do anything against you or so help me you'd be dead faster then a speeding bullet."
Rachel walked into his cell and gave Olaf a kiss.
Well, this wasn't well thought out
you think so?
Rarkses floated there.
"This is really boring."
you think so?
Rarkses floated there.
"This is really boring."
Victoria had heard The Vicious Cabaret resinating from the hallways. Curiosity had hit her as she wandered down the hallway. She followed it until she saw Marcus stuck in mid-air.
"...What happened...?"
"...What happened...?"
"I took control and tried to kill Olaf, Rachel and I had a chat then she left me here."
Marcus took control again.
"Sorry Victoria, please give us a hand?"
Marcus took control again.
"Sorry Victoria, please give us a hand?"
Victoria blinked a few times after reading the message and looked away from it. She felt nothing for Rachel, She trusted Marcus more than her anyway.
"Of course. But first assure that you're going to calm yourself? You too Rarkses. I understand your anger and I shan't stop you, but you mustn't harm anyone else out of spite." Victoria explained raising a hand and holding him telekinetically.
"Of course. But first assure that you're going to calm yourself? You too Rarkses. I understand your anger and I shan't stop you, but you mustn't harm anyone else out of spite." Victoria explained raising a hand and holding him telekinetically.