Midian Asylum

WHO: Dalyn and Nic
WHEN: Sunday, late afternoon.
WHERE: The nurse's station
WHAT: Dalyn is just starting to settle in.
RATING: TBD

Dalyn made his way down the main hall, just coming from the office and heading to the nurse's station before going to his room. He was kind of in a pissy mood, he did not want to be here, he did not want to be fucking seeing a shrink. Yeah he had anger issues but for fuck's sake he wasn't crazy or anything. He sighed as he tried to calm himself; okay so he wasn't a patient he was technically staff but if he fucked up, any one of the staff could tell the director and they would inform the judge and he would be fucked.

He passed by the main rooms and some patient rooms, and raised an eyebrow at how pretty some of the patients were, and was that girl naked? Jesus maybe he wouldn't mind it here so much. He went behind the nurse's station and looked for the schedule that was supposed to be left for him and smiled when he found it and saw that he didn't have a shift tonight. "Sweet."  He mumbled to himself as he folded the paper and shoved it into the pocket of his low cut jeans.

When he turned around he was surprised to see he wasn't alone anymore, of course he shouldn't have been surprised, there were quite a few patients and staff in the buildings now so there would be someone around. Unless of course you were in one of the closed off areas, which Dalyn was determined to visit sooner or later because he could not resist shit like that.

Who: Lo' and James.
Where: Library, for now.
When: Afternoon.
What: Here's Lo' hoping that they actually have a book she can read.
Rating: TBD?


A soft and tapering hum had filled the room when she'd strolled in as if she owned it; a vibrating thing from her throat, a groan of displeasure as if on cue. The place was dusty, unmodernized, pale as her eyes, had an aroma of stale pages and consecutive hours of troubled study, and unfortunately it immediately reminded her of an old library from elementary school. She hated being reminded of anything that could inspire a memory from her wretched, disorienting youth, and it showed with the crinkle of her now annoyed brow. Often times, it was the fleeting, abrupt, yet subtle impact of a scent that could unearth a recollection from where she'd long since buried it. Upper lip curled in disgust, stormy eyes narrowing to survey and estimate the rows of aging books, and she swatted her sallow hair over her shoulder already forgetting to remember. Lo' already hated today - breaking the promise she'd made with herself upon waking. Today was supposed to be a good day.

And cigarettes? Did she bring them? The thought intercepted any funeral for her good mood, as her bony hands began shakily, eagerly patting the pockets of her issued dark blue pants. The usual romp with a feeling of doom to waking up on another bright day in a place she despised, was exchanged for an agreement with herself to be on her best behavior. Yes, remember that? You're in a good mood. Show them all you're 'healing' and they'll stamp 'sane' on your forehead, kick you out before you know it.

Was she even allowed to smoke in here? She didn't really care, who would notice? Instead of seeking to examine the shelves as soon as she'd entered the library more fully, she sought to swiftly make her way as quietly and as unassumingly as possible to the back so that she crack open a window. If they said anything, she'd just put it out and play dumb.

She was good at playing dumb.

WHO: Zowie and Daniel
WHEN: Wednesday, early evening
WHERE: Walking the main hall, towards the closed section.
WHAT: Zowie is just wandering.
RATING: TBD (knowing Zowie it will prob be NSFW)

So far Zowie found the hospital as boring and as annoying as she thought she would, all you did all day was talk to people who tried to tell you they knew better and if you were not talking to them you were talking to the other crazies who were not really that interesting to her. Then again maybe Zowie was just in a bad mood. It was possible, she hadn't had sex since yesterday morning and it was starting to get on her nerves.

The young girl undid the rest of the buttons on the man's dark grey dress shirt that she had stolen from the laundry room. It was way too big for her of course and that was the point, she was allowed to walk around in it as long as she kept it closed and wore underwear, well at some point she ditched the underwear; she was pretty sure she left it folded and sitting on the couch in the rec room. And now she was making her way to a closed section of the hospital, shirt still on her shoulders but billowing behind her.

Zowie had put a pair of flats on today though, walking about barefoot in here wasn't the best idea she had ever had. She got a small cut on her foot from the ballroom yesterday so now she wore shoes all the time, being naked with blood red heels on sounded kind of good to her. She smiled and stopped in front of grimy window, trying to peer outside.

Who: William and Dalyn
Where: The community room.
When: Late afternoon
What: who knows?
Rating: TBD

The community room... the place where all the freaks gathered to be freakish together. If William had seen One Flew Over The Cuckoo's nest he would believe he was living in the real life version right now. He was currently sat at a table glaring at the pieces on a chessboard. Plastic, everything was plastic. The pieces could blow over if you merely sighed. He was playing by himself, judging all the scenarios. He'd learnt to play with his father, years ago, but also learnt to deliberately lose. Whenever he'd won he'd been put in the vice but that had never stopped him from winning every so often...

A particularly rowdy crazy stumbled past and almost knocked the board flying. Growling Will snapped, "Watch where you're going!" and gave him an evil glare to send him on his way, ignoring anyone else who may interrupt his game. This was his board, his quiet time.