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Post by Gelquie on Feb 15, 2009 17:19:56 GMT -5
Miri was already up by the sound of the bell; she never did sleep that much nor was she really a heavy sleeper. She would never have guessed that the other inhabitants slept longer than her without the occasional roommate, and it always boggled her mind how anyone could sleep that long. Miri kept watching the sleeping habits any roommates that she had , but she never could puzzle out the mystery.
There was a small little toy that she played with in her hands while she stared out of the window above, watching with awe as the light streamed in despite the glaze. What she could see out of the window always amazed her, especially considering the place that she was in for... Miri didn't even know how long. It seemed that she had always been here. But no matter what had happened to her or what took place, Miri could always find comfort in the windows around this place.
While the light should have put a slight smile on Miri's face, she knew exactly what it meant. Miri cringed in fear and crawled into a corner that wasn't in immediate view of the door as the nurse's voice called out. While she had never seen anyone taken during breakfast time, she didn't want to the take the chance. She didn't want to be taken by the evil... Yes, they were evil, evil people, just as her guts say they are. They always took people away, even her, and it always made her confused.
After some time had passed and Miri was certain that she was safe, she looked down at the white socks on her feet; the floors always seemed to be a tiny bit chilly, so she always wore her socks, even to bed. But even with them on, the chill still seemed to seep through to her feet, and Miri shivered. In all the time she had been here, it had been cold, except for the light shining in through the window at her face, but that didn't make things that much better at all. Still, it was something, and she got to see what little she could out of the window as well.
Finally, Miri got up, stretched, and decided to head towards breakfast; there weren't a lot of opportunities to eat, after all. She sneaked towards the door, opened it, and looked both ways for any nurses. Then she closed the door behind her and walked towards breakfast.
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 15, 2009 19:23:45 GMT -5
" Get up now! It's time to eat!" The nurse yelled fearfully as she ran by, not wanting to hear back from Cain. She was quite afraid of him now, he was deranged, to put it nicely. Though he wasn't always like this, when he wasn't Cain, but was Able, he was sweet, and very kind, always apologising for Cain. Cain and Able often disagreed, it was interesting to walk by their room and hear the two fighting, but both sides of the arguement coming from the same mouth.
Hearing the voice, Cain woke up, or was it Able, nope this morning sucked, definitely Cain. Cain got off the very unpleasant bed, and stretched. He grabbed the book he and well him had been reading, it was a collection of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe. Cain flipped it to his favourite poem, "The Raven" and walked out the door reading.
When he got to the mess hall he smelled something...interesting to say the least. What sludge are we having today? he thought to himselves. Oh Cain, the food here is positively delightful! Able stated. You say everything is delightful. You know what would be really delightful? You shutting up. Cain replied, as he went on to ignore everything else he said to himself.
( White will always be Able, Red will always be Cain just so you know.)
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Post by Crystal on Feb 15, 2009 19:28:00 GMT -5
((OOC: Awwww, no powers yet. D:
Cyborg: Can you please, um, not use yellow font? My skin background is pale purple.))
It was a bright and sunny and WONDERFUL day, and he was marvelously hungry. Harry tumbled out of the bed he shared with Harry, yawned for about half a second, and then realized the call of his stomach. The twins were brand spanking new, having been brought to the Asylum not twelve hours before, and too young to realize that the lack of any memory was something bad. Well, the nurse that had put them in the room and tucked them into bed the night before had been very nice, and there had been another bed in the room, which she had assured them belonged to someone else. And then Harry, used to being comforted by Harry's presence, had cuddled up against his twin - not that he would admit to cuddling: that was far too girly-girl - closed his blue eyes, and fallen asleep. Until now.
There was a small window in the cell, brushing golden dawn light down on his curls like butter on rolls. Not to mention that the sun was perched up in the sky like a fried egg, and there were clouds drifting along like cotton candy.
Harry wondered what cotton candy was. But in any case, it brought to mind.
"Breakfast!", he yelled at Harry (the other one) and bounced out into the corridor toward breakfast without brushing his teeth.
Breakfast, as it turned out, was oatmeal. And that was grand. Harry decided right away that he loved oatmeal - especially because Harry hated it, and thus Harry cleaned the greater part of both bowls. The twins had gotten lost on the way to the breakfast hall, run into a lot of frowny people, and gotten even hungrier. He wondered if they could get more from the much less nice nurse who was serving up food.
He paused, suddenly a little unsure of their place in this unfamiliar domain, but his stomach growled and made up his mind for him. Bouncing over to the dour food server, he beamed up at her with all the innocent love of a six year old, curly haired, blue eyed boy, and asked for some more.
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 15, 2009 19:30:28 GMT -5
(( Well I'm using yellow to help other people figure out who's talking at which point. Yellow represents happiness, which is Able, while red represents anger which is Cain. And it's also easier for me to remember who's talking when because of the colour coding.))
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Post by Elcie on Feb 15, 2009 20:11:14 GMT -5
(( Well I'm using yellow to help other people figure out who's talking at which point. Yellow represents happiness, which is Able, while red represents anger which is Cain. And it's also easier for me to remember who's talking when because of the colour coding.)) ((Don't, though. It is hard on the eyes. You're already tagging their thoughts pretty understandably, so it's not really necessary and, as Crystal said, harder for those who use other skins.))
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 15, 2009 20:39:21 GMT -5
Fallon woke up and stretched sleepily.
"Hello, Fallon, sweetie, time to wake up!" The Nurse said. Fallon was scared of this nurse. Its like she was her daughter, or something.
"Hello, Nurse Amailia, and I'm up," Fallon said, and started fixing her hair and tying it in her pink ribbon.
"Ok, Fallon, today we are having good things for breakfast,"Nurse Amailia said sweetly.
"Lets go,"Fallon said, and skipped toward the dining hall.
(Fallon made friends with a nurse, and they are like mother-daughter.....)
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Post by Amneiger on Feb 15, 2009 20:48:31 GMT -5
Simon blinked and squinted at the light coming in through the window. He could hear the breakfast bell through the door, and the confident, far-too-energetic voice of one of the nurses. It was one of the ones who had been replaced; he recognized the sound of the footsteps.
He looked around as best he could without moving his head too much. The room looked the same; he was still in the asylum. Good, nobody had tried to move him. They'd only been replacing the nurses so far, but who knew whether they would start changing the patients? What if they started with him?
But for the moment he was safe. They hadn't done anything to the patients so far. They didn't want to, that was the only possible reason why. They needed the people in here unharmed, untouched, unaltered.
Simon sat up and look at the clothes that were piled on the chair. The asylum clothes were a bright, institutional white; the better to see the patients with against the gray concrete of the walls. He picked up each piece and carefully inspected it for changes before putting it on. He didn't really trust the clothes, but it was either wear them or deal with the cold. He didn't want to know the nurses would do if he tried to go out without them.
With his clothes on, Simon stepped outside of his room in time to see the nurse continuing to make the wake up call rounds. He pretended to be interested in a stain on the wall as he watched the nurse out of the corner of his eye until she left. All she did was walk back and forth shouting for people to wake up. Nothing strange today.
Simon's stomach grumbled. He walked into the dining hall and stopped just inside the doorway, carefully examining his surroundings. Nothing seemed to have changed, and the patients who had gotten here before him looked normal enough. He didn't recognize the two boys running about, but they were probably new arrivals. He picked up the bowl of oatmeal the nurse was trying to give him and begin to eat. No point checking this for oddities, since even if he did find something he was going to have to eat it anyway.
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Post by Elcie on Feb 15, 2009 20:54:02 GMT -5
((They're white, actually. Sorry. XD; *keeps forgetting to mention details*))
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 15, 2009 21:03:05 GMT -5
((They're white, actually. Sorry. XD; *keeps forgetting to mention details*)) (The walls or the clothes are? And what exactly is the kind of food served in the hall, just for reference?)
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Feb 15, 2009 21:03:07 GMT -5
Name: Hope. She does not remember this name, nor did she ever hear anyone call her this, but upon waking up at the Asylum, Hope was the word that bounced around in her head. When asked her name by one of the other patients, this was the first thing that came out of her mouth. Gender: Female. Appearance: Hope is small and thin, with brown hair that is slightly longer than shoulder-length and naturally straightish. She has large green eyes and a round face. Personality: Hope is quiet, though not antisocial. She's rather restless, frustrated by her inability to remember her past and trying, unsuccessfully, to remember who she once was. She is generally kind, and tries to help keep her fellow patients' spirits up, however. She is one of those who have attempted to cultivate a garden in the courtyard, and she spends almost all of her time in said courtyard. Ability: Telepathy.
(Hope arrived at the Asylum approximately two weeks ago.)
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Post by Elcie on Feb 15, 2009 21:14:21 GMT -5
((They're white, actually. Sorry. XD; *keeps forgetting to mention details*)) (The walls or the clothes are? And what exactly is the kind of food served in the hall, just for reference?) ((The clothes. The food varies, but think cafeteria food-style.))
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Post by Lizzie on Feb 15, 2009 21:15:38 GMT -5
(Azzie: Can Hope and Fallon be roomates?)
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Post by Amneiger on Feb 15, 2009 21:21:18 GMT -5
((...This is the second time I've done something that Elcie needed to fix. Hurray! I actually went with orange because I'd heard that prison jumpsuits were orange, and it seem appropiate xD))
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Post by Shadaras on Feb 15, 2009 23:24:13 GMT -5
This was not going to be a good day. Ender had decided that approximately twelve hours ago, when a nurse had come in, shaken him (as if he hadn’t been awake anyway), and told him that he was getting roommates. Because they had to have someone room with children, and none of the other males were stable enough. And they couldn’t stick boy children in with the females. Ender had glared at the nurse who’d told him that. He doubted the nurse had noticed, since she hadn’t bothered to turn the light on.
She’d left after that. Ender had curled back up on his bed, back to the rest of the room. Then they’d brought the kids in. Ender had mostly been thankful that they’d gone to sleep quickly and quietly. And, much as he’d hate to admit it, it was rather nice hearing noise other than his own breathing echoing in the stale chamber. Morning, though. Morning was always bothersome. It meant getting up and facing another day with the weirdo amnesiacs that occupied the asylum.
The morning bell was typically enough to wake the inmates up. In the years Ender had lived in the asylum, he’d learned that. The ones that were known to be stubborn got nurses shouting at them. After he’d figured that out, Ender had made sure not to be tardy to any meals. That didn’t mean, however, that he bounced out of bed right away. Of course, the kids did. And of course, they had to be loud while doing so. Ender groaned, flipping onto at the sound of the door falling shut.
He sighed, staring up at the thin cracks that spider-webbed across the gray ceiling. The kids would get lost. Of course they would. Not his fault. He’d never been told to do anything for them, and if they got up before he did, it’d all be their fault. Cheered somewhat by the thought, Ender sat up, blanket falling away. Methodically, he pulled on the plain white clothing that was all that the asylum allowed them. His room was neat and organized. He didn’t keep much in it. Anything he deemed somewhat important, he’d stored in one of the east-wing rooms.
Shoving his feet into shoes, Ender opened the door, heading straight for the dining hall. The other inmates (such a crude term) were all heading there as well. Ender didn’t spare them a glance. He knew them all, one way or another. He avoided the ones he knew to be unstable, entering the dining hall shortly after Simon. Grabbing his bowl of oatmeal, Ender began eating before even getting to a table. The food was rather tasteless, but it was filling, and he’d learned to eat anything if it meant survival.
Glancing around, Ender looked for the kids. They were easy enough to spot, as the only faces Ender didn’t recognize. He closed his eyes briefly, spotting them. Twins, the nurse had said. She had failed the mention the part about them being identical twins. And he really wished they hadn’t been stuck with him. Having them as his roommates meant that he was technically obliged to explain to them about the asylum and tell them who to avoid. And because he actually knew everyone. It was one of the few benefits of being stuck in a madhouse for years, if you could call that a benefit.
The other benefit was that the staff knew him and had figured out that he was probably the least worrisome male they currently had. Reaching the blond kid, Ender placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. Who’re you?” It wasn’t exactly the nicest way to greet the kid, but Ender didn’t really care. He just wanted to know what to call the kids, so that he could try to explain everything. Emphasis on ‘try’.
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 16, 2009 1:40:39 GMT -5
((If you haven't already checked, I put down my character's power.))
Miri walked into the dining hall and immediately put her back to the closest wall and looked around. She always had to be careful at mealtimes; there were nurses here, and they might be ready to take her away. It was a horrible system, Miri thought. Go to the cafeteria, encounter nurses. Don't go to the cafeteria, starve. Starving was obviously not an option, so she had to do what she could. For this, she waited until there was no line. The nurse always seemed to scoop one extra serving, which she would set down. Miri never questioned why the nurse would do this, just that it was an opportunity.
As usual, the nurse did follow the routine. Then Miri rushed up, grabbed the bowl of oatmeal and the spoon, and quickly went away from the counter. Now all she had to do was find a seat. She usually chose the seat far away from the food counter, but overlooking the dining area. One thing that Miri always enjoyed other than examining things was watching others and seeing what they did. That was her way of getting to know people, but she followed this habit even if there was no one new to the asylum.
Miri sat down in a convenient place and looked around as she began eating. She glanced over the normal residents at first, looking for anyone new, and not long later, her eyes caught sight of a young, blond-haired boy, whom had also caught the attention of Ender, it seemed. Miri wasn't sure how much of the conversation she would actually hear-- since the most convenient watching spot tends to have some distance from some people-- but she was certain that it would at least be interesting to watch.
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