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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 4:55 pm
Honestly, did you think you could have gone forever? Telling people about some silly "Game", where someone played a Sniper, some one played some insane killer who went after you?
How many times have you "Won", really? Or are you just a danger to those around you, in reality, causing pain to those who love you and to those who have fallen under your 'attack', claiming yourself as a "Killer", or, what was the term- "G-Team member"?
Now, sit in your padded room, and you must realise, at this point, there was never any game. You're just insane.....just like the rest of us... -A woman appears with a big smile, though lacking slightly on the right side. She begins to speak.- Welcome to Sniperville's Asylum for the Mentally Deranged!
Please, take a seat and wait while one of our nurses can show you to a room, suit you up with a jacket, and administer your precisely calculated amount of 'medicine'.
Or, come talk to our fearsome lead- I mean, the Benefactor of the Asylum, and Step behind this door to receive the rights of a Warden. It won't hurt a bit, trust me, besides the GIGANTIC NEED- -Lights go out. Scream, gushing sound, and then nothing. Lights come back. Another man appears.- Hello. Please, what function are you looking for? Please, answer carefully, and you will be added to the list of Wardens, or Patients. Do not make a mistake, however- If we deem you have chosen the wrong choice, you may be....removed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:01 pm
{{don't worry guys- only people who really do something bad will get removed from the list. Nothing worrisome, right? smile }}
Wardens: Wards: Removed:
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:05 pm
{{Random post in case we need it. biggrin xD}}
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:06 pm
-A tall, lanky man enters the room.-
Please, how may I help you?
Please, What do you need?
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Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:39 pm
Inside one of the lovely padded cells, a man with long, unkempt hair, the regulation straightjacket and, bizarrely, a bowler hat stirred, and then awoke. Propping himself up, he leaned on the door to his cell. "Good morning everyone." He smiled. This oddly chipper man was Hattie Masters, or, as he perferred, Lord Hattie Von Masters the Third.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:53 pm
{{Totally switching styles here. lol}}
Shiivon moved near the door, peering suspiciously at Hattie.
"Please, Lord Hattie, are you hungry? You know you must eat before your medication. Please, today we have steak."
Steak, all cut up in tiny bites in order to forgo giving the patients sharp objects. They ate with spoons.
Shiivon was, as mentioned before, tall. He had his dark hair tied up and his skins dyed a deep purple. He wore nothing but tight doctor's gloves, thicker then they appeared in case of biting, and similar pants. A white tie was as much decoration as he gave, thought the glasses he peered at you over were suspiciously fancy for someone so self-claimed 'not a materialist.'
Not to mention the gold crown that adorned his head, held in place by little black pins, and a little gold heart, with wings, pinned to his tie. The heart was the asylum's symbol, the crown a gift from a patient that had thought he was a king. Well- it was CALLED a gift- the man has passed away after a fierce fight with the plastic toilet after claiming it wanted his throne. Not long after the body disappeared, Shiivon began wearing the small thing.
It was suspected he had had a relationship with the man, considering Shiivon's strong desire for power. Or it could just be a desire for shiny things- no one knew.
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Romantic Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 6:22 pm
Hattie pondered for a moment, looking up and down at Shii. As one of the less-insane patients, Hattie always relished his chats with the staff. After all, he was only in here for a minor delusion. Snapping back to reality, he replied "Come to think of it Mr. Shii, I would quite like some food. I am rather peckish. And that steak sounds positively heavenly right now."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:37 pm
In another cell, there was a giant birds nest made of straw. Inside the birds nest was another patient. He had the basic straight jacket on, though the sleeves seemed to be bulged out more than they should have been as if there was something over the person's arms that gave it that apperance. The person also wore a fake beak and hair was dyed blue, he also had a cast on one of his legs from the time he jumped from the top of his house because he thought he could fly. This pateint also hardly said anything most of teh time besides the word "articuno". Some days, though, he would actually speak english, though those days were rare.
His real name was Drake, but he would only respond to the name Articuno or Artie for short.(i don't really RP much, so I most likely will be bad at this)
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:25 pm
{{It''s fine. smile
I'm still waiting for someone to actually choose to have a crazy sniper person. xD}}
"Artie, " Said Shiivon, "Are you hungry? Steak? Birdseed, perhaps?"
Shiivon was not one to try and 'fix' the patients. He merely made sure the people lived to meet the Doctor.
{{speaking of, I need someone to be a mean, scary doctor. xD}}
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:46 pm
Derrin skipped down the halls, once again free of his restraints. He had clawed his way out of the jacket using his sharp nails. His ears, that appeared to look like a cat's after surgery, perked up every once and a while when he passed the other cells. Mou, his mouse buddy who poked in every once and a while, leapt onto his shoulder. "Hello, Mou, how're you?"
Mou sniffed the air and looked at Derrin with wide eyes.
"That's very nice, Mou."
He continued walking with the mouse, looking for something to eat. Maybe one of the other patients, who knew him as Derrai, the Kitten Avenger.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:28 am
In another cell, shoeless and paler than death, was Ezra. She was restrained by a straitjacket like the others, but she didn't struggle against it, instead sitting with her legs straddled around an empty tea cup. She, instead, seemed to be carrying on a conversation with some invisible individuals.
"Why, Mr. Ryuzaki, you are most charming, but I fear I shan't tell you whether or not I ever was this Crazed Killer you speak of." She laughed blithely. "Crazed Killer... Kira, Kira, Kira!" She stomped her feet in her laughter, before looking to her left. "Jack, tell him, tell him I'm not a Killer. I never killed anybody that you know of!" She paused, as though listening to his response, and sighed. "Jack, I'd get you rum if I could. I would very much like some tea, as well. All the better for our tea party. And yes, Ryuzaki, I will see if I can acquire you some cake." She frowned, suddenly withdrawing from her strange world. "And I want my dolls! I want my dolls, damn it!" She began to kick and scream. "MY DOLLS! MY DOLLS! MY DOLLY DOLLY DOLLS!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 11:15 am
Articuno looked at Shiivon blankly, and replied "Cuno"
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 9:27 pm
Inside a cell, locked securely in a straight jacket and tied to the wall, the young dark elf stayed. Her hair used to be blond, but now held massive amounts of white. Her blue eyes pierced everything around her. Her mouth twitched into a grin.
"Killed, killed so many," she mumbled to no one, "THE GM MADE ME DO IT."
The cries of a serial killer meant nothing here in this white prison. But inside her mind, Cherry knew one thing.
She really wasn't crazy. Not really. The word "sociopath" better explained her mindset. The crazy thing was more of a joke to her. She loved killing. Chopping up, dropping things on people, lighting them on fire. It was a game. Who was really alive anyway? No one.
Cherry smiled and tilted her head, wondering if anyone would let her down from the wall.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:57 pm
"Ta-TAY-wa-KAY Kuno," Ezra giggled in a bland response to Articuno. "You know, I laughed when the Detective told me who she was. No, not you, Ryuzaki." An orderly had brought a plain looking rag doll to sit on the other end of her cell. He had dark greyish-blue circles painted under his black button eyes, and a teacup sitting by his hand. "I am so very glad you could join me for tea. It seems that it's always teatime, though."
How many books did Ezra, the killer known as the Mad Hatter, live in? She hadn't even been caught until she and her cohorts had wiped out dozens and ensured the false imprisonment and eventual executions of others. However, she'd never gotten along with her partners, always independent, always wanting to do things her own way. She had gone her way and let them go theirs.
Where did she go mad? Was it the tedium of making hats, and the smell of mercury? Was it loneliness? Was it guilt over her murders? Was it a lack of tea for her tea party? Either way, it seemed she was locked up now, and clearly having a conversation with a rag doll and anyone else who wanted to talk to her.
"Oh, Lord Hattie, were you once one of my customers?" She called cheerfully. "Or did I kill you?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:54 am
{{Hurray, more people.}}
Shiivon blew a small whistle, and orderlies appeared, all with plastic trays of food. They were bland people, all with purple tinged skin and white pressed uniforms. Their faces showed no emotion as they entered each cell. They were trained to feed, bathe, and clean up after the patients, and all had gone through extensive....surgery to come to the Ward's standards. The Orderlies began to hand feed each patient, little cubes of steak and white fluffy mounds of mashed potatoes. The food at the Ward was made by the best the Ward's Doctor could get from around SniperVille, and made with the best products. It was hard to always get everything on time, however, and sometimes they had to improvise. Not that anyone usually noticed a patient disappearing, anyway...
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