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Post by Amneiger on Feb 23, 2009 22:40:00 GMT -5
Simon was shocked out of his stupor when Zander had grabbed one of the kids. He found himself on his feet just as Zander had gone out the door.
Simon didn't know why he felt so upset by what Zander had done. Maybe it was some sort of half-remembered instinct saying that you weren't supposed to hurt kids. Maybe it was because they were such a contrast to everything else he had seen here. And maybe it was a kind of fear. He didn't want them to replace these two. It wasn't right. But if they thought that the kids wouldn't be missed, they might be more willing to do...whatever they were doing.
He walked over to the kid who had been thrown and helped him to his feet. "Are you all right?"
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Post by Elcie on Feb 24, 2009 12:40:59 GMT -5
((If anyone is interested in knowing my plan, I'm going to let this 'day' play out to give everyone a chance to interact and get some character development in, and after that I'm going to have a significant plot event occur so we can actually start the main storyline. If it stagnates before that, or we get bored, I can do a timeskip or move it up, of course... I'll be sure to check with you guys first, though, since I don't want to interrupt anything. ^_^))
Abruptly, breakfast was over. The nurses cleared the dining hall, removing the leftover oatmeal and exiting the hall. Outside, Zander heard the sudden clatter and sighed deeply, casting a glance at the door to the dining hall. Quickly he moved down the hall before it could open; he didn't want to run into any of the nurses if he could help it.
He headed toward the courtyard with the intention of enjoying the cool morning air, but when he arrived he realized he was not the first person there: Fallon was crouching in the corner, intent on a scraggly rosebush she had apparently planted. Zander raised his eyebrows at this, wondering if she would actually succeed in keeping it alive.
It was a bit of an unpleasant surprise, as he could usually have a few precious moments alone in the courtyard if he moved quickly enough, so he kept moving, walking across the courtyard to the empty hall. He hadn't minded Ender's company, but he did not particularly feel like spending time with Fallon; children made him nervous, and he had little patience with people as optimistic as she was. He avoided all of them if he could - Hope, Fallon, Abel, the overly peppy nurses and the hyper twins from the dining hall. When he wanted companionship, he preferred those patients he felt had a more reasonable outlook. He didn't think he was paranoid, but he was reasonably sure there was something going on beneath the surface at the asylum. And above all, he wanted to find out what it was.
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Post by Omni on Feb 25, 2009 0:11:11 GMT -5
The Artist was eventually pulled out of her thoughts by the shouting of a child. Things about talking weird, being crowded, and cannibalism. It was a moment before she realized that there were two of them. Twins perhaps? Unlike most of the inmates, they seemed rather upbeat, cheery. Hmm… Maybe…
She watched as one of them was thrown by an inmate topped with purple. She soon ran - not too quickly, lest she spill her oatmeal - over to him, and asked "Are you alright?" almost in stereo with a brown-haired inmate. Simon, was it? After a small laugh, she held her hand out to the boy, in an offer to help him up.
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 25, 2009 1:26:03 GMT -5
((Sorry! I was really busy earlier. I'll post more often now.))
Miri didn't bother reacting to the fact that the nurses might have been witches... For to her, they may as well be. Admittedly, Miri wasn't sure about the cannibal part; the disappearing inmates were probably for their evil experiments. The nurses had the hearts of purest evil and she knew they were doing bad, bad things. Miri didn't know what exactly they were doing, but someone inside her told her that they were evil.
Miri didn't really show shock at the oatmeal incidents, although her eyes did get wider when Zander yelled at Harry. She watched with curiosity as Zander's anger slowly diminished before he walked away. She had seen this happen before, with Zander losing his temper, and she knew that it could have been much worse. Still, she wondered how the child would have reacted to Zander's moment of rage, so Miri scraped the bottom of her since-empty bowl of oatmeal as she watched what the Harrys would do.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2009 17:41:56 GMT -5
Name: Taliesin (Self given) Age: 28 Appearance: Very tall and thin, pale skin with white-gold hair and purple eyes. Personality: Taliesin cares for others and would do his best to help even his worst enemy. He has a keen sense of right and wrong and feels obliged to act when he believes he needs too. He is quiet and has a stillness about him though when he does move it is very swift but not snappish. He is also a very loyal man to his followers when he is a leader, and to his leader when he is content to follow. Power: Physical Empathy - Taliesin can feel others physical and emotional pain as if it were his own. Emotional pain manifests itself physically within him. Both forms are activated by physical touch unless Taliesin opens his mind to it. (I hope that made sense)
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 26, 2009 19:41:57 GMT -5
Cain got up and looked at the twins. " No it's not crowded. Now leave me alone, go bug Ender." he said, before Able stated, " Oh hush, don't be rude. Let's go outside." Cain replied to himself, " Fine, but if those kids bug me once more, I'll hang them from the ceiling by there toenails." Cain/Able walked outside where he found Zander. " Those kids tick me off, nice form in the toss." Cain declared in a joking manner, which was odd coming from Cain, as his mouth formed a minute smirk.
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Post by Crystal on Feb 26, 2009 23:04:02 GMT -5
Harry turned to see the purple haired man throw his brother. "Hey!" he yelled indignantly, quite furious that Harry'd gotten all the fun. "Hey mister! Mister, you gotta throw me too!"
The other Harry landed with a thump on his backside, his mouth agape in a cry of sudden surprise. His purple haired friend had thrown him, and Harry was most certainly hurt to the quick. Then Zander leaned closer, and said some things that Harry didn't quite understand, and turned on his heel, striding off and out.
Harry sat there with an open mouth, half bewildered, half indignant, half convinced Zander was playing, and half feeling rather hurt and frightened.
His backside stung, too. "But you're not a witch, mister!" he called woundedly after the purple haired man's retreating back, bewildered winning out. "Witches are ladies!"
His brother, who had skidded across to his side to stare at Zander with equally serious blue eyes and a dropped child's jaw, said, astounded, "He's a lady?"
And then all of a sudden there were two other people around them, helping him up. Harry was pulled up by the man, but then the pretty pale skinned lady laughed, and somehow her laugh made it seem like they hadn't been six years old forever. He turned and flung his oatmealy self on her in a huge hug. "I like you!" he declared with a huge grin on his face, and burrowed his face into her white clothes.
"So," the other Harry said to Simon with great seriousness, "Is the mister a lady?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2009 2:53:23 GMT -5
He woke suddenly and felt cold creeping around him. He kept his eyes closed while his mind tried to adjust to this new place. He tried to remember how he had got here but nothing remained of his old life except vague ideas and emotions, swimming just out of reach. He made a snatch at one and thought for a moment that he had remembered something, the smell of a flower whose name he either didn't know or had forgotten but the sensation faded faster then it had come. It was like trying to hold on to water, struggling to keep hold of it while it gushes away between your fingers.
Taliesin turned his attention back to his current situation. He gave a small cough and listened intently as it echoed around. From that echo he gathered that he was in a smallish stone room and that no one else was there. He opened his eyes, sat up and swung his legs off the side of his bed, feeling the harshness of the stone floor under his bare feet.
He vaguely remembered being woken by a bell earlier but was unsure if it had been a dream or not and he had gone straight back to sleep again.
Taliesin heard voices coming closer and then two sets of feet stopped right outside his door. One hand knocked hard and called in to him that he had missed breakfast and then the two nurses were gone again.
He put his head in his hands and tried one last time to grasp something from his past, failed miserably and left his room to have a shower which he knew would, like the rest of the asylum, be stone cold.
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Post by Elcie on Feb 28, 2009 16:01:37 GMT -5
Zander blinked rather irritably as Cain/Abel drew up beside him. "They should be more careful," he said, shrugging. "It's best to exercise caution interacting with anyone here... some are more apt to become unstable than others." He didn't like Cain and he liked Abel even less, but Zander struggled to preserve his airy mood. It was tiring, shouting and attacking others like that, and when he came back to himself he nearly always felt the need to withdraw. Particularly since some patients could frustrate him much more easily than others.
He took a deep breath, smiling rather cynically, an expression which didn't reach his eyes, and felt his rising irritation vanish under a wave of scorn. It was, he had found, the emotion that protected him best - and, as well, most easy to summon up. No longer fighting the urge to hit Cain or shout at him, he cast the other man a slight smirk. "In fact, I could easily give you the same warning," he said. "How do you know that kid's not the most dangerous person in the entire asylum?"
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 28, 2009 18:19:34 GMT -5
" Are you saying that little punk is dangerous, ha ha, that's the closest I've come to laughing in a while." Cain said in a monotonous voice, before adding " And you ain't so dangerous yourself, infact if you wanna tick me off, I can make sure it's the last thing you do." he added cracking his knuckles for added effect.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2009 20:40:24 GMT -5
Taliesin left the shower feeling cold and rather depressed. Not only had he lost his memories, he was in a strange new place and didn't know anyone. Shaking his head to flick his hair out of his eyes, Taliesin wondered where to go. He had found the showers by opening random doors and happened to get it on his second try but now he had no purpose.
He walked a little way down the hallway and turned left into what appeared to be an oatmeal bombsite. He smiled slightly and continued on into a courtyard. He paused as he heard voices, calm but still tense and he walked over as he heard one man threaten the other.
"Excuse me," he said to the man with spiked hair, "but I couldn't help overhearing your proffered threat. Aside from it being rather rude, I see no point in it. If you did hurt this man," here Taliesin gestured toward the other man with interesting purple hair, "and I would advise against it, then what would there be to gain?"
He watched the man for signs of aggression, ready to restrain him should he attack.
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 28, 2009 20:58:20 GMT -5
(Sarn who is Taliesin talking to? If it's my character, I think Cain/Able is about the same height as Zander, and he/they don't have purple hair.)
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Post by Elcie on Feb 28, 2009 21:17:12 GMT -5
((Cyborg is right about the heights and hair colors, yeah. Also, Zander and Cain/Abel are in the courtyard, not the hallway. ^_^; ))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2009 22:55:36 GMT -5
((Ooops *fails* I'll edit..))
((Edit: is that ok? Do you want me to change something else?))
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Post by Cyborg on Feb 28, 2009 23:09:11 GMT -5
" Well, I don't care much about being polite, that's more Able's thing. If I were to beat up Zander here, well there would be one less person bugging me. He probably would leave me alone for a very long time." Cain stated.
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