The Asylum RP (IN PROGRESS, APPLICANTS TO CONTACT ME IN PMS)

[ThreeWords]

"I won't have it. I simply won't!"

"C'mon Sharrow, you have to wear something. I know you only want to wear the coat, but-"

"No buts! I like the coat, and I don't see why I need anything else. I won't even be going outside, so don't you say I'll get cold!"

The orderly sighed, then gave a small smile, "You know, Miss Geraldine won't be happy. She loves a man who wears a good pair of trousers..."

Immediately, Sharrow blushed, "Do you think so? I'd better find a pair.." he glanced round the empty, padded cell, "You haven't got any I could, ah, borrow, have you? Quick give me yours!"

The orderly grinned, and opened the bag he was carrying, "No worries, Sharrow; I brought these specially. I knew you might want a pair so as Miss G would be happy with you"

Sharrow snatched the trousers away and began pulling them on, entirely unselfconscious of the man standing next to him. The orderly, in turn, was unphased; Sharrow had singled him out as his favourite of the staff when he had first arrived, and had long grown accustomed to Sharrow's habits

Sharrow straightened up, beaming, "David, I don't know what I'd do without you. I value your advice, you know." he glanced toward the cell door, his smile replaced by a worried frown, "I fear their plans progress while I remain here. Are you sure this is still the safest place to be? The gentleman needs to be protected from his enemies..."

"Certainly, Boss" said David gravely. he recognised the shift in Sharrow's mood, and changed his behaviour accordingly, "We'd best head for the canteen. The gentleman needs a proper breakfast"

"Of course," said Sharrow, all smiles once more, "What an excellent idea. I just remembered that I'm ever so hungry! Do you think Miss Geraldine will be eating about now"

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Sharrow looked round the canteen, and sighed. The slop the cook had just handed him was sure to be poisoned, but David would sort it out; it was wonderful what manservant's could do these days. Unfortunately, Miss Geraldine was not to be seen; most certainly she was busy working at.. whatever it was she did. Sharrow sighed again; Miss G had such a fine mind

Looking around for alternate company, his eyes rested on a short dark haired resident. He recognised her... Kim-ko, or something like that?

Moving to her table, He sat down smoothly and smiled, "Good morning, Kim-ko. Have you checked your meal for poisons? I'm sure David can make sure you'll be safe"

 

[AgDr_ODST]

for Ziva it was a normal day....well about as normal a day as one can have when you feel as though you tetter on the brink of insanity and must force yourself each day to not kill anyone standing between you and the escape from the drab, sterile, hell hole that was her current and quite possibly permanant home! Her need to think about her situation indulged in for the day. Ziva rose to seek out whatever was being served in the cafeteria though she made a point not to make eye contact with anyone or to appear at all sociable or even capable of speaking.....she wasn't quite ready to talk to any other guests at the ward nor was she sure she wanted to....cause inspite of her fits of rage, desiring to kill herself, and blacking out(for starters) all the tell tale signs that she had lost her mind she knew exactly where she was. And that didn't make matters any easier as she rememeber WHY she was her...cause she had lost her will to live and her ability to be a contributing member of society after the bomb...that I should have found and deactivated dammit she screamed at herself before she began her prior train of thought...that was left by Michael 'Deeks' Aswari killed her squad mates among whom was her husband Anthony Dinozzo

 

[SteakHeart]

Ines walked in the front door, being greeted by the sign at the front door. She stretched her arms, accidentally bumping an orderly. The young woman pushed her back, telling her to watch it. Ines just continued on her way.

So, what's first on the schedule? she thought. Her stomach grumbled, and she figured she could use some breakfast. She looked across the wall and noted a sign's arrow pointing down the hall, labeled with "cafeteria." Ines nodded and followed its directions, arriving at a room filled with patients. An odd-looking girl sat at one of the tables.

She walked over to the line and waited for a few minutes, until her breakfast was served. She eyed it warily.

"Hey, how's it going?" one of the bacon rashers bacon asked.

"Not too bad," she replied, Walking over to a table and sitting down. "This place looks nice."

"Not too bad, no. You're in mostly safe hands."

Ines grabbed the strip of bacon and took a bite, then looked over to the girl sitting a few tables away. She couldn't help but notice the girl's odd choice of clothing. She figured all asylum-dwellers wore straitjackets or hospital gowns. She stood up and walked over to the blushing woman.

"Hey," she said. "I'm new here. Name's Ines Garcia. Who are you?"

Spoiler: OOC

I know it's short, but I'm semi-short on time.

 

[Rainboq]

Kimiko shrugged, she was already facing away from Sharrow, "don't need to, food's government food, so its already poison."

After she spoke, it suddenly clicked into her mind that someone was sitting in close proximity to her and she jumped up. Or at least she tried to, she instead slammed her robotic knee again the table, causing a massive dent (and a hollow noise that sounded like someone throwing rocks at a hollow log), before falling over onto her back, sprawling out and blushing profusely.

Her mind instantly jumped back to high school and a nearly identical situation where a boy had sneaked up on her and shouted at her, and she was about to bolt until she snapped back to the present.

Her eyes moved to Ines and her blush deepened, she curled up a bit to hid herself before sighing and she started to sit back up, muttering apologies.

"Kimiko Ross," she replied as she dusted herself off, still blushing a deep hue.

Spoiler: Steakheart

Her prosthetics are covered by her clothes

 

[SteakHeart]

"Whoa, are you okay?" Ines asked. She reached out a hand to the girl to help her up. She looked over to the dent. She hadn't thought a simple leg could do that. She looked back to the girl.

"Cool clothes," she said, smiling. "Better than what I thought people would be wearing."

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Sorry. Please ignore this post.

 

[Rainboq]

Sorry. Please ignore this post.

Spoiler: If you still want to join

Just make sure to have it spoilers

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: Fury

You are now approved!

 

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: OOC

*Uses defibrillator on thread* LIVE!

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: OOC

*Uses defibrillator on thread* LIVE!

Spoiler: *swats*

Dude, if you want people to post, PM those who haven't yet

 

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: OOC

You have a point!

 

[neokarl]

The young woman was on the operating table, struggling against her restraints.
"Good evening miss," the doctor spoke from the shadows "you have been giving the orderlies quite a spot of bother I hear."
The woman screamed "HE TRIED TO RAPE US, I HAD TO STOP HIM."
"Now now," replied the doctor "no need to shout."
The doctor silently approached the operating table. "I?ve been asked to give a special treatment."
The doctor grinned a twisted smile as he grabbed his hook. This will only hurt for a second. He held the womans head, a demonic glint was seen in the doctors eyes as he readied the hook and then...

The albino awoke with a scream, the whispers of his cellmates linger. He knew not the names of those who visit him in his sleep, but they, like him, are trapped within these accursed walls.

Spoiler: well

How was that? I've never done this before. Not too mysterious I hope

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: I'm off to see the wizard...

Off to Karate, see you folks later

 

[Baldrek]

The back of the van was dark, only a few rays from the morning sun lighting up the padded walls in a pattern of vertical bars, at least it had been that way for the last hour or so after they had turned off the single light-bulb embedded in the roof.

He sat nearly motionless, back straight, chin facing slightly upwards, and his hands still in his lap. Next to him laid an old fashioned leather bound edition of Leo Tolstoy's 'War and Peace' together with a pair of rimless reading spectacles, both having been discarded when the lighting became to bad to make out the words. All in all, with his groomed beard and fine light grey suit and coat, and his silently refined demeanour, he could have been easily mistaken for a stereotypical British gentleman. Such was not the case however, his name was Edward Rodham, aged 53, and committed to the Carlton Asylum for the mentally ill for well over 15 years now. But he had the understanding that that was about to change, he was being relocated to a different institution, which was understandable and logical considering that the orderlies, nurses, and patients at Carlton had grown to fear him, which was perhaps not as logical.

The van steered to the right, the sound of something big being moved along moving metal parts, a gate, logically. Shortly thereafter the vehicle stopped and the small steel shutter blocking the orderlies in the front from him opened up.

"We have arrived, please stand up with your hands against the wall." Was the simple instruction he was given, and it was what he did, seeing as there was no reason to oppose them.

The back of the van opened, and two orderlies entered, putting handcuffs on the elderly man and leading him outside, like he was going to prison for the most terrible of crimes. And perhaps that was the case, for was there really a crime more terrible in the eyes of the masses than defying reality itself. Moments later he was lead into the institution, the second orderly carrying his meagre belongings, and the first one walking calmly next to him, holding onto his arm to prevent him from escaping, but that was hardly what he was going to do in this situation.

Arriving in what seemed to be a mess hall, the orderlies uncuffed him and gestured to the food. "Get yourself something to eat, your stay has been arranged and your belongings will be handed over to the orderlies of this institution. Ask them if you have any questions."

He nodded and simply said one thing back to them after what would surely have been considered humiliating treatment by anyone else.

"Sir, my book and spectacles, if you would be so kind."

 

[Triscut900]

A shallow voice could be heard from triscut's cell it appeared to be counting. "998...999.1000" he clambered down from the pull up bar that he had installed in his cell and said, "eh 1000 not the best... then again i was only using my right hand" he heard a grumbling in his stomach and decided it was time for him to eat. He walked out of his cell, naked, he couldn't remember the last time he wore clothes, the last years just seemed like a blur to him, like they always did. he walked down tho the cafeteria and was served the same slop as always. He didnt care the poison usually makes a nice touch to the food, something that always mystified him, he was never affected by poison. He sat down and glanced over at Kimiko and he blushed.

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: Triscut

...

Have you read the rules and guidelines to RPing around the site? A constant is that you DON'T CONTROL CHARACTERS. So, saying "He sat down and glanced over at Kimiko she then turned to him and he blushed." Is controlling Kim, seriously, don't control someone else's characters actions unless you are given permission.

Another thing, please try to refrain from using emoticons, I know this is new to you and I want you to enjoy this, but you should really try to write with proper English.

To elieziate from the seriousness of this, boingo, boingo, whoopsie, knickers.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Suddenly, from the farthest recesses of the Asylum, or right down the hall, whichever floats your boat, a door slowly creaked open and heavy breathing could be heard coming from it. A tall man walked out, shaking slightly, examining every corner of every spot, before he walked out of the room and started walking down the hall, looking like he was afraid of something. When he noticed everyone else, he jumped a bit, with a slight gasp, and then sighed. "O-Oh... It's just inmates..." He said, in a thick French accent. "'Allo, everyone." He said, a bit more composed now. He stood upright now and tried not to quiver, but couldn't stop his eyes from darting around, searching for anything, and in this man's case, that means ANYTHING.

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: Fury

As I told Triscut, don't control the reactions of Player Characters. Also, SPELL CHECK! >.<

 

[XThecommander]

Velicia sat in the padded room, finding herself lost in thought.
Why am I here? Why...
She sighed, dreading the fact that she was here, and feeling uneasy in this place, she hadn't went out of her cell for quite a bit of time, but she could hear people outside, and she wanted to go out.
Are you sure about that? What if they cause you harm? Or they are just interested in your body?
They can't hurt me in here! Or atleast I hope so... Plus, i'll just have to teach them a lesson if they decide to go after my body.
She sighed, finding herself in an argument inside her head, and she was winning.
Wait... I'm winning against myself? What the heck...
She didn't dare to make sense of what she was doing, nor did she want to, instead, she sat back, and yawned, staring into the blank white ceiling, and curling up in a corner.
So nice... Just complete silence... But this is starting to make me go a tad insane.

 

[Triscut900]

Spoiler: Triscut

...

Have you read the rules and guidelines to RPing around the site? A constant is that you DON'T CONTROL CHARACTERS. So, saying "He sat down and glanced over at Kimiko she then turned to him and he blushed." Is controlling Kim, seriously, don't control someone else's characters actions unless you are given permission.

Another thing, please try to refrain from using emoticons, I know this is new to you and I want you to enjoy this, but you should really try to write with proper English.

To elieziate from the seriousness of this, boingo, boingo, whoopsie, knickers.

Spoiler

sowee i didnt see rp guidelines