LURID - Asylum Decadence

[Daemon]

'It's okay, Macid. I'll take the consequences.' Daemon allowed himself to be led away. What else was there to do? The only way to escape, anyway, if Macid had frozen Dr. Nuevos was to fly, and none of them could do that, so far as he knew. Daemon zoned out, an telepathically said to Macid. 'Thanks for trying to help me, but Ill be fine.' Daemon continued on. He turned to see they were passing other quiet rooms, and one had what looked like a girl in it. In the distance, he saw the Cerise girl and a nurse being led away. There was a small figure on her shoulder. So that's where Izzy went... this could be his chance, if Izzy decided to save Villain. But it wouldn't work otherwise. He looked at Dr. Nuevos, who, he was startled to see, was looking back at him. 'I know what you little freaks are.' he said, that smooth, drawling voice creating that singular hiss that only a boa can make. 'If it was up to me, you would all be dissected, but its not. Maybe when I'm the boss around here.' Daemon mentally laughed. They called him crazy. This man was a crazy rating 8 out of 5. Daemon laughed out loud. He had made a joke. 'Whats so funny, you little freak? You freaks stupid enough to think that death is a game? Well, I'll make sure it isn't, and that you all feel maximum pain when I kill you.' He opened his mouth in a smiling snarl, showing off his fangs. They weren't poisonous, but if you got bit, they hurt like hell. 'Should I kill that freak over there first?' He asked indicating Cerise. Daemon hadn't noticed Dr. Nuevos' hand go into his pocket and pull out a syringe. 'All I have to do is say that you stabbed her with this experimental Black Widow venom, ad that you killed her.' There was that smile again. This guy wasn't crazy, Daemon thought, hes pure insane!

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor's trance-like state seemed to be broken by the sound of a chair being pulled up beside her. Immediately, her eyes shot to the figure beside her as he imitated how she was sitting with a little variance. She was still rubbing her wings, but as he sat beside her, she retracted her hands to rest in her lap. She looked at him disapprovingly, then looked back up to the television. How dare he sit beside her without asking? I guess even people here have the need to be social-able.. she answered own question, still unsatisfied with the boy's actions. She didn't care about if he wanted to be social-able. All she wanted to do was sit around and think until she got escorted back to her room. Unlike most of the patients, she hated the free time, but she complied only so that the doctors would fall into her honeypot of false charm and obedience. Without much thought on it, she grabbed the jack o lantern mask that was on the left side of her head and pulled it to the side the fellow was sitting on, as if to use it as a blinder so she would not have to look at him. Today was not a day she felt like getting worked up.

[Ares the Ram]

Macid watched as Daemon was carried away. Neither he nor Dicam liked Dr. Nuevos very much, but since he was a doctor, they listened to him. "Time to go back to your room Macid." A nurse came and escorted him out of the room. "They're all filthy swine." The nurse said nothing, as the staff was told to ignore anything mean said by Dicam so as to not encourage his behavior. When they reached his room, Macid went inside as the nurse turned a dial on the wall next to the door. It controlled the temperature in his room so if he tried to freeze anything, it would raise the temperature to compensate. Since his first time he used his power here, they had to replace his furniture with plastic so it could be replaced easily again if necessary. As he went to his bed, the nurse double checked the thermometer, 68 degrees, comfortable. "The doctor will be in for your session shortly Macid."  "Thank you ma'am."

[Dementius (Sir Crocodile)]

"If you don't want me near you, just tell me and I'd move." Crocodile said calmly, the flashback ebbing away. He knew who Rigor was, and it probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to her, but he didn't feel like fearing anyone today, especially one who was so high-strung she assaulted anyone she didn't like. He shifted on his perch, slightly nervous she might lash out at him. The jack-o-lantern mask seemed to watch him, but he mentally shut it out and looked back toward the TV.

[Villain]

Villain wrote on the paper -I could just hear Daemon in my head right now...he's with that mad doctor.- She quickly darted in her room grabbed the stuffed dog and darted back out into the hallway. -What should we do? I don't like that doctor. He says creepy things to me. I want to peck out his eyes.-

[Entaru]

Nero handed Katie the pad and pen with a smirk.  "Here you go....now, show me your talent."  Sitting down on the floor in front of her, he watched patiently for her to draw.

***
Entaru sat down in front of Sasha with a bit of a grin.  "Hi Sasha....you okay?"

[x]

Katie could help but to laugh....he expected her to draw for him? As drugged down as her ability was? As tied up as she was, he- he did not even free her arms from the straight jacket. She was about to continue laughing when she stopped, realizing that this....could indeed be a challenge. She was not one to back down from a challenge. Not to mention she knew how to draw with her toes, a skill well-rehearsed. Katie sat up all the way and took the pen between her nimble toes. She began to draw, at first only scribbling, then turned that scribbling into full forms.

The halloween cats. How she had missed the halloween cats. Black, shakily drawn things but they were still drawn well enough. Katie was about to get frustrated, thinking her cats would never come back to her, when one of them did.

It sprang not from the pad but from the black cracks in the soft padding around her.

God, it was horrible! It.....it had no form! it was almost two-dimensional, just a bunch of scribbly black lines coming together to form a lopsided cat. Its cries were not meows but, strange, erratic mewls that grinded on the senses.

Katie knew that the reason it was not a real cat was because of the drugs she had been given, she knew it was only a broken illusion. Yet, Katie adored this broken drawing. If only she could escape this place. Stop taking the drugs. Then the real cats could come back to her. "Oh, ze kitty is so sweet," she said, bending over. The cat-drawing illusion came and rubbed against her cheek. "I still love the sweet halloween cats." Katie's voice was jarring and sudden, heavy....she had never spoken aloud in front of Nero before.

***

Sasha nodded. "I ....I don't know what's going on here anymore." Her tail switched back and forth. "Before I know it I'm going to be in trouble and you too and oh we should go back to our rooms soon-"     

[Goblin Cat 😸]

"Don't test me." Rigor said from behind her mask lowly. "I don't care if you sit near me, so long as you don't annoy me." She hadn't really decided whether or not she wanted to waste her time with him, but she didn't want to make an effort, she knew that much. She felt as if she was having a sad day. More depressing and frustrating than anything since flashbacks of an older man ran through her mind. She didn't like that she couldn't recall a name or why he was important. She just knew that he was important. She felt like it might be good to bother with the fox beside her if it could take her mind off things, but she felt as if so far she didn't like him. She closed her eyes and looked down, tapping her head, getting angry with herself because she just failed to remember things like the man's name. She began to scan over her bracelets, almost looking through them in the same manner that she looked through the TV before.

[Self-sain]

"Humm… well we can't kill him... well we won't kill him" Izzy wasn't sure, he didn't even know why all of a sudden he was everyones Savior, but he didn't mind it to much. "Well I have an idea, but I'm not sure, I can easily break him out of were ever he is" Izzy loves to gloat "but the problem is, what am I suppose to do after that?"

The doll ran around the girl with such excitement, it ran over to a piece of paper, and its leg started to move at extreme speeds poking holes into the paper. It jumped of and showed a picture of the doll waving, and had text that read -hi-.

[Entaru]

Nero smiled as she spoke.  "So that's what you sound like."  His voice was soft and comforting but had a hint of mischeif, hidden deep inside his voice.  "I imagine, with time, I should hear it more.  After all, I'll be providing you with more to draw with and I may eventually end your medication.  So long as you follow the rules, you can draw till your hearts content."  Nero took the pen and pad of paper, leaving the page with the 'cat' with Katie.  He briefly pet the cat creature and left the quiet room without another word.  Katie could hear the door lock behind him as he left.

***
"Things are that bad huh?  Alright, I'll walk you to your room if you want."  Entaru stood up and extended his hand in assistance.  While his moments of paranoia were incredibly severe, his moments of clarity made him seem just like any other person.

[Daemon]

Dr. Nuevos had decided not to kill anyone. 'How will I get to the top of the food chain?' he had said. Daemon sighed. The quiet rooms werent all that bad. It gave him all the emptiness he coukld ever want. At one point in his time here, he would have loved it. Now, though. He had friends. And he was bored. All in all, it still wasnt bad. He wondered if Cerise was okay. And if Macid and Sasha were in trouble. He reprimanded himself for that rash action that he was going to go through with. He was glad that Macid decided not to.He stared at the wall. Sometimes, he wishes he could control poples minds. Oh no, not Macids, but definantly Dr. Nuevos. He went deep into thought. He wasnt all that crazy once you wnet down to it. Then again, he was still crazy.

[Moofinz]

"Hello. " Cerise smiled at the doll. She liked the doll, it didn't make her feel threatened. "Who do you belong to?" Cerise asked.

[Dementius (Sir Crocodile)]

Crocodile shot a glare at Rigor and slipped off his chair and shuffled away to his room. Slumping down onto the bed, he decided to 'read' the bed. Placing his hand on the blanket, he saw the first patient... A dog, then a cat, then a weasel, then a hawk... Then... Darkness. Feelings of being trapped. Utter despair. The boy shuddered as he gripped the blanket and felt the fear hit him. He ripped his hand away, and suddenly the emotions were gone. He shook his head and slumped to the floor, leaning against the bed. Sometimes he hated his gift of 'reading': Being able to grip an object and see it's past, who'd owned it and such. He'd read practically everything there was to read here, even the syringes by the operating tables (He'd snuck in when Dr. Neuvos wasn't looking) and the surgical things he wasn't supposed to know anything about. He chuckled, remembering when Dr. Neuvos had caught him and almost literally kicked him out the door. Croc had laughed the whole way back to his room. Strangely enough, he'd never been punished for that. Probably the good doctor's sometimes soft, something stone-cold heart. He shrugged, the stood up, and slipped back into the community room, hoping to make a friend. He knew it'd be dangerous, he knew he might just get himself killed. He was partially doing it for the fun of the danger, but mostly to just make a friend out of someone who'd never really had one. He hopped back onto his chair next to Rigor, thinking of what to say that wouldn't get him assaulted. 'Now, let's see...' He thought.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

She could hear the fox shifting and slipping away, then returning. Rigor didn't pay any attention to him past noticing that he had moved, then come back. Her tail tightened around the seat, and she fidgeted with her hospital bracelets rather harmlessly as she returned her focus to the television. She never got why they showed what seemed to be kiddy shows. "Can I help you?" She asked as the fox took his place.

[Villain]

Villain shrugged -lets got back to the rec room. It could get risky... but, before i do, let me ask you this; do you...think its become a bit of a stange feeling here lately?- It was an unusually analytical question fromn such a disturbed person.