The Asylum of Cure and Punishment discussion
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Cafeteria
Lane strolled into the cafeteria sighing as he thought about eating better food when he was locked away.
Aria walked into the cafeteria, bored out of her mind and searching for something moderately interesting to do.
Stormi was sitting at an empty table, eating the slop that they served today. She sighed as a ghost floated across her vision. One was fine, as long as there weren't very many.
Aria sat down at a random table where another girl sat, eating the complete crap that these people fed them. She just looked at her, not saying anything. What was there to say anyways?
Stormi glanced at her, meeting her gaze. She took a bite of the sludge, holding her nose as she ate it.
Yumi walked into the cafeteria and sat down without getting food as usual.
Stormi glanced at the stranger.
Yumi caught the stranger's eye but looked at the table to avoid her gaze.
She half smiled. "Now its a party." She said looking at the two of them.
Lane sat down at the nearest table next to him (which was near Yumi) and picked at what they called food,nudging it around as if it was a type of clay.
((Her real name is willow... *Face palm* To many rps...))
Willow went back to eating.
Willow went back to eating.
((everyone disappeared. .. :'( ))
Willow looked up, "Geeze... everyones so... quiet..." She said, penetrating the silence.
((Sorry people i have been so busy))Yumi cleared her throat and looked at the people around her.
((I'm going to join you all because I was supposed to meet someone here anyway, if you don't mind. ^^))Jackson despised this place with all of his being. It was a loathsome excuse for an asylum, as far as patients judging their own asylums could go. He'd seen far better in his days, and while he hated each with a fervent passion, he hated this one especially so. Drab walls, disgusting food, and even more unhelpful staff members and fellow patients. He just wanted to be alone. He just wanted to die.
Knowing there was no way the staff would let him commit suicide, he wandered into where he assumed the cafeteria was, figuring there would be plenty of sharp objects there for him to at least cause significant damage; if not to him, then to others. Because if there was anyone he hated more than himself, it was the presence of others. Especially people who wanted to "help" him.
Jackson noticed that there were a few patients meandering around and chose to ignore them, not really in the mood to strike up a conversation. How does one talk to a mentally insane person, anyway? "How was your day? Kill anyone recently?" "Oh, yeah! Schizophrenia caused me to imagine more horrors and left me with no sleep! Pleasant!" No. Talking sucked. People sucked. Mental illnesses sucked.
Thinking pessimistically sucked, but Jackson couldn't seem to talk himself out of doing so.
Making his way towards the line of food, he saw that it was as disgusting (if not more so) as the previous asylums he'd been to. Whatever. He was starving. Picking up a tray of mush his server handed to him, not bothering to thank her, he sat nearby a window and chewed thoughtlessly on his food while he stared outside to an equally gloomy day, eavesdropping on the other patients' conversation.
Yumi looked over at the stranger who looked like he hated everything and everyone.Ignoring her usual shyness, she walked over to the table and sat opposite him. "Hi" she said softly.
Willow glanced up at Yumi talking to him and rolled her eyes.
How could she be that friendly? She must have aome sanity left in her or something.
How could she be that friendly? She must have aome sanity left in her or something.
Jackson tuned back into the cafeteria and glanced at who decided to approach him, almost annoyed. Who were they to sit by him and bother him from his serenity? Noticing she was a girl, though, he let out a sigh. In his experience, girls were at least somewhat tolerable. Unless she was a worker. He refrained from stabbing something with the dull plastic fork in his hands at the thought of a worker. "Hey," he answered, attempting at a sideways smile. After a few minutes of silence, he added, "What brings you to crazy town?"
Aria, who still hasn't spoken at all, was listening to the others's conversation an suddenly, she started to laugh. Just laughing uncontrollably like she used to with her friends at school when someone said something funny. She composed herself a minute later and started to chew on the disgusting mush again, a small smile playing on her face. She had laughed because a) the new guy sitting down at the window seat said something funny, well the funniest thing she'd heard since she got here and b) she had seen a fly go up a sleeping cafeteria workers nose. A few people stated at her but she ignored them, she didnt care.
Willow watched Aria laughed and chuckled herself. This place was insane... not like she was normal... but still.
She leaned over towards her and said, "Hey the voices are telling me I should talk to you..." Willow said, pointing at her head. By that of course she was referring to the various ghosts floating around the room.
I mean... what else could she be talking about?
She leaned over towards her and said, "Hey the voices are telling me I should talk to you..." Willow said, pointing at her head. By that of course she was referring to the various ghosts floating around the room.
I mean... what else could she be talking about?
Jackson's eyebrows lifted at the sound of someone laughing, a primal sound of a person who'd long gone insane. The sound of her joy almost made him laugh, too, at the surreality of the situation. Here he was, back in an asylum. Back with the other mentally unstable people, pariahs of society because they were merely different. He let out an involuntary snort -- he wasn't different or insane, he was just more perceptive than the next -- and quickly covered up the noise he made, wondering if it was rude to the girl he was talking to. Jackson waited for her to say something, his eyes shifting to the girl who was still laughing and another girl who was trying to talk to her with interest.
((Oh sorry guys i was hibernating!!))Yumi laughed a bit. She realized she had been holding her breath in fear of him getting angry. "Well I don't think I'm crazy, but my family sent me here..what about you?"
"Food was better back when I was in a cage."Lane sighed sadly glancing at the mush that he was handed and pushed it away.
Willow blew a strand of hair out of her face and pushed her mush away from her. "I hear ya." She said, laying on the bench that she was recently sitting on.
He sniffed. "I'm not crazy, either; I was sent here because apparently I was too violent for my school and peers to handle." His voice betrayed how scornful and bitter he was towards the people who'd sent him to this hellhole. Who gave them the right to determine whether or not he was insane; what if he was simply more intelligent than the rest? Jackson snorted at that. He wasn't going to sugarcoat this. He was downright insane, that was that. "I've been diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolarity, which means I'm some sort of criminal, apparently."
Yumi nodded slowly. She understood how he felt. Being thrown in here was torture. "I'm sorry. I had a friend that was bipolar. She couldn't handle it well..must be hard..."
Jackson involuntarily clenched his fists in anger. She couldn't possibly know how he'd felt, she'd never had to deal with unnerving bouts of anger and depression that made him want to give up on everything. She didn't know what it was like to have murderous tendencies... all the time. And to never be accepted because of said conditions. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed heavily, concentrating on counting to ten before he did something disastrous. He had to convince himself that it wasn't her fault; she didn't provoke him, he merely took it the wrong way. She was trying to befriend him. Jackson had to stop pushing people away. Opening his eyes after a few seconds, he smiled crookedly and muttered, "Sorry about that. It's just... yeah. That's a tricky subject for me. It is hard, I guess." He wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Instead, he turned the subject to her: "So what about you? Any conditions?"
Yumi smiled nervously. She wanted to be nice to the boy, but he scared her a little. "Oh I'm psychic.."
Jackson's eyebrows lifted. He was surprised; psychics actually existed? He always passed them off as superstitious myths. And he wasn't one to believe in superstition. "Psychic? As in, you can read minds?" Feeling guilty for being so angry earlier and frightening her, a feeling that he rarely ever felt (and the fact he was feeling it right now both surprised and scared him), he decided to joke around a bit. "Well, what am I thinking about right now?" He asked mischievously, thinking, A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to be in an asylum.
Yumi smirked then looked at him intently. She hesitated then grinned. "I got it!...you think I'm pretty?" She said blushing.
"I can't say that I miss the place though..because I don't but the food was better."He sighed again and stretched
Jackson let out his smirk again, answering, "I don't know. Do I?" He wanted her to question the effectiveness of her psychic ability, when in reality that was more or less exactly what he'd thought. He was unduly impressed, if not taken aback. How could someone possibly read minds? Not one to believe in the supernatural, this was a chilling surprise and he wasn't sure what to think of her. Quite frankly, Jackson didn't even know what a psychics abilities included. He took a wild guess at the reading minds part, and it turned out to be right. What else could she be hiding?Shaking his head, he told himself to not be so distrustful of people. The girl could read minds; she was probably already having second thoughts about talking to him.
Heaving a sigh, Jackson suddenly overheard what another boy was saying. Complaining about the food, or something along those lines. He had to chuckle. The food here was atrocious; definitely not the worst, though. He didn't blame the guy. Taking a peek, he noticed that the other boy looked vaguely normal for someone in an asylum. He wondered if he should invite him over, if that was the polite thing to do. Eventually, he nodded at the boy and smirked. "I agree. Seems like every joint has better food than this one." Jackson made a disgusted face at his food.
Willow nodded in Lane's direction. "I was never really in a cage... they probably should have put me in one..." She mumbled, looking at the ceiling.
((Oh, I didn't realize you two were having a conversation! I thought Lane was all by his lonesome. I suppose you can ignore Jackson's attempt at inviting them to his conversation, unless you want to join ^-^ ))
((Oh... idk. I could join... if you dont mind of course. :/
Yumi giggled at the boy who was teasing her.He was quite attractive and nice to her, so she decided that she liked him a little. "Yes you do think I'm pretty!!"
Lane grinned,accidentally showing his too sharp teeth and moved over to where Jackson was sitting "Where I lived you'd expect this type of food."
Yumi noticed the odd teeth the boy had. She didn't really find it surprising. Everyone here was a little weird. "Where did you come from?"
"A dungeon...That's all I really remember.It was kinda like a dog pit only they had well...lets not talk about it."
Yumi tried to imagine what he had described. She shuttered at the thought. "Oh...that must've been awful.."
He shrugged,"It was but whatever!"He grinned "I don't care anymore!"'Liar.'His darker self thought but Lane ignored
Yumi could see in his mind that he was troubled by the memory, but she didn't say anything.
"Ahhh I wish we had some cheeeeerrrrriesss!!"He groaned banging his head against the table
"Cherries,"Lane resisted the urge to drool "They are the most delicious fruit ever.They were a treat where I lived."
Yumi frowned "My dad likes cherries...wish I could see him again..." She said quietly to herself
Translation: Where mush, mush, and mush will be served.