LURID - Asylum Decadence

[Ares the Ram]

"Not long enough." "She was talking to me, Dicam. Sorry, he's like that. Which one is Katie?" Macid had slowly stopped rocking back and forth. Having someone else to talk to besides Dicam usually calmed him down alot. "She's the one who wants to kill everyone." "Will you please stop for 5 minutes?" He was quiet for a bit before talking again. "I apologize for him. He never really liked people a whole lot. What were we talking about?"

[x]

"Hmmm I don't know, what were we talking about?" Sasha trailed off....."You know, I think that Villian girl is really pretty. I wish I was that pretty....Do you, do you have any leftovers Macid?" she showed her bare paws to prove she had finished off her lunch and was still hungry, frowning.

[Ares the Ram]

"Dicam froze half my apple slice so nope." He smiled gently. Most times he was either frowning because he was arguing with Dicam, or just blank faced, so smiling was a rarity for him. He turned to look at Villain at the other table. She was kinda pretty. "All the pretty girls are *****'s. Every one of them."

[x]

"I know what you mean, just look at that Katie person," she said then stopped. "Wait, who is Dicam?"

[Ares the Ram]

"Oh excuse me. Dicam is my friend. He stayed with me when no-one else would."  "He wouldn't have lasted a week without me." "That doesn't mean you can do as you please. I don't wanna get in trouble again." "You're like the rest of them, always talking and moving. I hate them all." Dicam stared off into space after that. His face frozen with a light expression of disgust.

[Daemon]

'Nice to meet you Izzy.' Daemon said. He opened his mouth to speak, but he suddenly, unwillingly heard something. Two voices -two different personalities- resonating from one mind. He searched the room, and he found the source. A man sitting in the corner, looking as if he saw some unnameable gruesome object. Daemon searched his brain for a name. He could've sworn it was... Macid. He only recognized him because of the big deal his appearance had made - all the water had been turned off. Next to him was a lemur-fur. He didn't know much about her, though. 'Do you know who she is?' Daemon asked Izzy and the young girl, indicating the woman next to Macid.

[Self-sain]

"I have been called gregorius, but never, nor will I ever be one for gossip" Izzy said, shaking his head back and forth, "but at last its all a matter of perception, what one might dictate as gossip, another may take as simply informing. So in the end it is the nature of one business. So what's it to you? Why do you want to know?" Izzy said smiling, nudging at daemon. "I can figure anything out, let's just say, I have ears every were" he laughed ".... don't give me that, you guys know you like it… what ever"

[Daemon]

Daemon had been zoned out. 'Like what?' he asked. He had been trying to remember his family again.

[Self-sain]

"As stated; anything"

[Villain]

   Villain looked at the doll for a little longer and then shuffled over to get some food. She heard one of them calling her a mean name...And she got angry. They used to call her that, they used to do other things too.... Her face grew thunderous and after listening to them further she lost her temper, and stormed over. Objects from all over the room becan to randomly fling about in rage, making other patients as well as the doctors panic. ...How...Dare...You...! She carved into her arm with a taloned hand, as glasses and other things flung into walls and broke.

[Self-sain]

Izzy stood up, seeing the objects fly. He sat his arm on the table, allowing the doll to climb up it. The doll stood on four legs in his tangle mess, as he approached the angry female. A milk carton almost hit him, but the doll knocked it away from him. He took the womens hand, and looked her in the eyes. "Hey hey, calm down. Don't let such primitive vulgar words get the best of you. Just keep your head held high, and you'll be just fine." Izzy demonstrated what he said, holding his head high. When he put his head up, the doll lost its footing and fell on top of the girl's shoulder. It quickly ran to the top of her head. "What have I told you, you can't just be walking around on peoples head" 

[Daemon]

Daemon laughs. Such a strange character in here. 'Hi. Whats your name? And why're you so angry? And...' truthfully, it was the last thing on his mind. 'wait, Izzy, you have powers too? And you-' Daemon says '-you have telekinesis? So I'm not alone!'

[Ares the Ram]

Dicam remained stout inspite of the ensuing chaos around him. He was focused on a certain spot on the wall. There was no special marking on it, nor had he been at it before, but it reminded him of his basement. Of the years of loneliness. Finally, Macid snapped out of his reverie and became worried at all the comotion. "Why is this happening?" His voice had a touch of fear in it. He was afraid they might blame it on him and put him in the quiet room again. "Again with the room, quit being a wimp about it." "You weren't there for the first years Dicam. You don't know what it was like."

[Moofinz]

'Dont talk to them, they're onto you...' The voices continued in her head as Cerise put her head down, and her hands over it. "No, no, stop it, they won't hurt me!" she yelled. It made her feel paranoid, it felt like needles were all over her skin. All she wanted to do was get away from everyone, and go back to her room; the only place where Cerise felt safe since arriving at the asylum.

[Daemon]

Daemon noticed the young girl start to break down. 'Hey, Cerise, it's okay! No ones going to hurt you. You havent done anything wrong.' Daemon had read her mind, he was curious as to why she was acting like this. He put what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'You dont have to worry, no one will hurt you.'