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The Asylum RP (IN PROGRESS, APPLICANTS TO CONTACT ME IN PMS)
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I'll trap you in a subjective millennia of suffering that lasts but a single objective second.Sir Strange Of The House Lycan said:
[sup]The suffering will involve the clever use of acid and super heated gas, several breeds of insect, a variety of tools both surgical and domestic, and a pair of hunger-starved rats that attack your face...[/sup]
And yes, I speak quietly because I do not need to shout to inspire fear
Okay,I concede,can't top that,but for me the different font types were like deaths voice in the discworld.ThreeWords said:
I'll tie you to an operating table with duct tape, then take a power drill to your brain and chop up your corpse, then I'll pay an old guy five bucks to urinate all over it, and then I'll throw it in a landfill and nuke it from orbit.Sir Strange Of The House Lycan said:
Too much?
It's not as subdued as 3ws,to the pain speeches are always scarier when said quietly.SteakHeart said:
I'll take out you eye balls but keep them artificially attached to the optic nerve, and make you watch from one as I cut the other apart, from such a perspective that you can see you own face as you scream in pain.SteakHeart said:
[HEADING=2]EARLY START![/HEADING]
[HEADING=1]BEYOND THIS POINT, WE ARE IN CHARACTER[/HEADING]
Kimiko relaxed into her bed, her eyes scanning over the padded panels of her floor, ceiling and walls, her prosthetic eye and her right eye?s goggle magnifying every speck, scanning them in various wavelengths of the spectrum until she got bored of watching the mice and other organisms that also inhabited the Asylum. She stood, stretching out, and she looked around for her garments, which while not regulation, were extremely comfortable and practical, as they covered up her prosthetics quite well. She pulled up the final zipper and decided against the snap on poncho before ensuring that the servos in her arm and legs were functioning properly as she plugged herself into her private terminal and ran a diagnostics.
She lay still for a good half hour, her mind drifting in the ether of the cybernetic world of her creation before snapping back to what was generally defined as reality. Rising out of bed, she decided that she should probably great the newest arrivals to their wing, might as well put her best foot forwards, which, according to her diagnostics, was her left today.
She quietly exited her cell (she liked to call it the ?Girl Cave?) nodding to a pair of orderlies as she walked off to the cafeteria, her leg servos made no noise, which she giggled to herself about, revelling in the idea that she might catch someone unawares with her self-modifications. She retained a smirk on her face as she queued up in the line for food. This early the line up was dominated by Orderlies, lower level personnel and the less risky patients. She grabbed her usual prefabricated meal of what were questionably eggs, toast and bacon, all of which she insisted contained or were made from plastics.
When she finally finished swallowing the last greasy morsel of her breakfast, she cleaned up her spot and briefly flirted with the idea of just heading off to her lab for the day and never actually meeting the new arrivals. This idea didn?t even last the six and a half paces to the tray stack. (She?d measured this distance dozens of times and often changed her gait to fit with the distance, but, like many things in Madam Geria?s, the floor itself seemed to alter to thwart her attempts.)
She deposited her tray in the stack with the others slated for a thorough scrubbing and sat back down, stretching a bit before strumming her fingers on the lunch table in boredom as she waited for the new arrivals. She stopped as she realized that she was denting the table and turned a nearly crimson hue as she remember how angry that made some of the maintenance workers, she glanced around nervously, looking to see if any of them were lurking around. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized there were none and she slowly composed herself.
[HEADING=1]BEYOND THIS POINT, WE ARE IN CHARACTER[/HEADING]
Kimiko relaxed into her bed, her eyes scanning over the padded panels of her floor, ceiling and walls, her prosthetic eye and her right eye?s goggle magnifying every speck, scanning them in various wavelengths of the spectrum until she got bored of watching the mice and other organisms that also inhabited the Asylum. She stood, stretching out, and she looked around for her garments, which while not regulation, were extremely comfortable and practical, as they covered up her prosthetics quite well. She pulled up the final zipper and decided against the snap on poncho before ensuring that the servos in her arm and legs were functioning properly as she plugged herself into her private terminal and ran a diagnostics.
She lay still for a good half hour, her mind drifting in the ether of the cybernetic world of her creation before snapping back to what was generally defined as reality. Rising out of bed, she decided that she should probably great the newest arrivals to their wing, might as well put her best foot forwards, which, according to her diagnostics, was her left today.
She quietly exited her cell (she liked to call it the ?Girl Cave?) nodding to a pair of orderlies as she walked off to the cafeteria, her leg servos made no noise, which she giggled to herself about, revelling in the idea that she might catch someone unawares with her self-modifications. She retained a smirk on her face as she queued up in the line for food. This early the line up was dominated by Orderlies, lower level personnel and the less risky patients. She grabbed her usual prefabricated meal of what were questionably eggs, toast and bacon, all of which she insisted contained or were made from plastics.
When she finally finished swallowing the last greasy morsel of her breakfast, she cleaned up her spot and briefly flirted with the idea of just heading off to her lab for the day and never actually meeting the new arrivals. This idea didn?t even last the six and a half paces to the tray stack. (She?d measured this distance dozens of times and often changed her gait to fit with the distance, but, like many things in Madam Geria?s, the floor itself seemed to alter to thwart her attempts.)
She deposited her tray in the stack with the others slated for a thorough scrubbing and sat back down, stretching a bit before strumming her fingers on the lunch table in boredom as she waited for the new arrivals. She stopped as she realized that she was denting the table and turned a nearly crimson hue as she remember how angry that made some of the maintenance workers, she glanced around nervously, looking to see if any of them were lurking around. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized there were none and she slowly composed herself.
Jared was bent over, crouching, really, in his cell, scooping blood from an orderly and drinking it with his hands. The orderly was quite gorgeous, and strangely familiar at that. He looked into her face as he rubbed her blood onto his neck and finally realized how he knew her. It was Emily. His bloodstained face turned to an expression of horror. He began to scream.
"Lenore! Lenore! LENORE!!!!"
Suddenly, Jared was in his bed, the echo of his voice ringing in the room.
"Ungh... What... What was I screaming about?"
He struggled to remember... Fear.... Blood.... It was gone. He slowly swung out of bed and lowered his feet to the floor. He was already fully dressed. He couldn't remember why, he could only remember being so tired he hadn't bothered to undress. He left his room, not moving so slowly now that he was more fully awake, and made his way to the cafeteria.
Upon arrival, he found that he was one of the early arrivals, there was only one girl there (whom, he noted in the back of his mind as a side thought, was moderately good looking, though wierd) and a guy who kinda creeped him out. He ignored them both as he ate. He proceeded to sit alone when he was done, occasionally looking at the girl to take her in, and more often then that paranoidly watching the other man in the room when he wasn't looking.
"Lenore! Lenore! LENORE!!!!"
Suddenly, Jared was in his bed, the echo of his voice ringing in the room.
"Ungh... What... What was I screaming about?"
He struggled to remember... Fear.... Blood.... It was gone. He slowly swung out of bed and lowered his feet to the floor. He was already fully dressed. He couldn't remember why, he could only remember being so tired he hadn't bothered to undress. He left his room, not moving so slowly now that he was more fully awake, and made his way to the cafeteria.
Upon arrival, he found that he was one of the early arrivals, there was only one girl there (whom, he noted in the back of his mind as a side thought, was moderately good looking, though wierd) and a guy who kinda creeped him out. He ignored them both as he ate. He proceeded to sit alone when he was done, occasionally looking at the girl to take her in, and more often then that paranoidly watching the other man in the room when he wasn't looking.