forum Mental Facility :/

Started May 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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Im cool with that )

(ok here we go)
Kaz was dragged into the hall by his arms, two uniformed employees on either side dragging him across the tiles. "Let me go! Let me go you goddamn pricks!" he shouted at them, trying and failing to stop them from dragging him any further. They shoved him into the main hall before letting go, and he whipped around. He aimed to throw a punch at one of them but a door was shut in his face. He stood there for a moment, staring angrily through the glass window

Sylvan pressed his face to the window on his room door, wide eyed and interested what was making such a ruckus in the hall outside.

Kaz brushed himself off, rubbing at the marks the guards had made on his arms. He ran a hand through his hair, scowling. He hated this place already and he had barely been here a day. He walked over to a table in the corner, pulling a chair out a little too forcefully and sitting down

Sylvan pressed his face against the wall to try and talk to Kaz, yelling a muffled HELLOOOO

Kaz looked up, squinting through the window. He frowned, getting up to walk over to Sylvan. He tapped on the glass, a little confused as to whether or not the stranger was talking to him or not

Sylvan scampered back to the glass, and waved. His door had been locked from the outside.

(Oof, okay I’m here)

Vaughn was sat on the floor of his room, a cuff around his wrist, the other attached to his bed frame. Around his eye was bruised, and blood dripped from his nose and split bottom lip. He had lashed out again. The doctor was trying to give him some knew form of sedative that would practically knock him out, and the next thing he knew, his hands were around the doctor’s throat. He had been practically strangling the life out of him when a few guards dragged him off, one smashing their fist into the side of his face. So, he had been dragged back to his room and cuffed to the bed where he couldn’t hurt himself or anyone else. The joke was on them. As he tugged on his wrist, the metal of the cuff had slit it open, blood spilling from the gash. They would have to let him go if he was bleeding this much.

(ayy)
Kaz frowned. Okay then. He glanced down at the lock on his door, thinking for a moment. A small smile worked its way onto his face when he realized it was the kind that he knew how to easily pick. He reached up, taking one of the bar-shaped piercings out of his ear and crouching down. He fiddled with the lock for a moment before it opened with a click. He smiled, putting the earring back in and walking quietly out into the hallway

Sylvan slowly turned the knob, "Herro~?" Okay. Clearly, to the nurses, he had been locked in his room because the personality he'd reverted to was insanely… hyper and random.

Vaughn hissed in pain as he felt the metal cuff slice deeper. “Come on,” he growled. His feet were against the wall, pushing himself out. The bed was bolted to the floor, but the frame was flimsy. If he pulled hard enough, maybe he could break it… It was difficult to pull, though, with his blood that coated the floor effecting his traction.

Kaz crept down the hallway, glancing over at Sylvan. He debated unlocking the door, but he decided he would walk around first. Why not tour the hell he had been thrown in? He padded down the hall, peering through a few of the windows. He passed one where someone seemed to be struggling on the floor, and he walked by before doing a double take. He peered into the window to find someone on the floor in a pool of blood. Oh. That didn't look pleasant

Lonan sat alone in his small white room, it looked so empty and emotionless, so dull and boring. Pulling his covers over his shoulder, he wished he could turn invisible and disappear from the world, like a leaf in the dead of winter, shriveling away until there was nothing left.

Vaughn pulled harder for a moment longer, hearing a creaking noise come from the bed frame. Giving one more hard tug, the flimsy bed frame cracked and snapped. He tumbled onto his back, a grin forming on his lips. “Fuck, yes!” He shouted, delighted to have a bit more room to move around. His clothes were stained with his own blood, but he didn’t seem to mind too much.

(He has multiple personality disorder and hears voices, will name which personality he is at the start of each post)

Feran:

Feran was in the white room again. Padded, soft, white. Lucy keeps telling him to hurt himself, but the jacket he is wearing prevents that. Tilting his head to the side, he looks up at the equally white ceiling. People come to take him out. Warmth is gone. Jacket was taken away. Crying, tears slipping like little bits of paper. The voices want him to hurt the men with the gloves. Feran doesn't want to hurt anyone. Feran doesn't want to be bad. Newbie in the hallway. Looks angry. Feran is afraid.

Awe! XD he and sylvan should be friends )

Sylvan retreated back to his bed. Like Feran, his personalities had names, but they were much less creative. His exasperatedly, insanely hyper persona was named, affectionately, Edgar. Edgar was harmless, unless being severely annoying and endlessly talkative was painful enough to be considered a wound. It was J.P. That was the violent personality; howver, J.P. only emerged in threatening situations.

Finding sleep had abandoned him to the room, he stood and walked over to the door, just hoping someone would be there and let him out.

(and I return)
Kaz's eyes widened as he watched the man wrench himself free from the bed. Damn. Maybe he shouldn't be standing outside of some guy who can break a bed frame's door? He didn't really care if the guy suddenly went mental and started trying to go for him or something, but he didn't think he had to worry about that. The other guy hadn't seen him yet, and he was still morbidly curious

Vaughn held his wrist close to his shirt to try and stop the decently heavy blood flow. He glanced around his room and walked over to a desk, shifting through the drawers. There was only paper inside, no pens or pencils. He wasn’t allowed to use those alone. The doctors and guards both thought that he would keep one and then try to stab someone later on. Not that they were wrong, he most likely would have. But he noticed something on the floor by the desk, his smile becoming more cunning as he picked up the bobby pin. He immediately assumed it was left there on purpose. The female nurses there were fond of him, as he was extremely polite to all of them. He used the bobby pin to get the cuff off his wrist and threw it onto the floor.

Kaz leaned towards the window a little, watching the kid take the cuffs off his wrists. Good, at least there was someone else competent enough to slip restraints around here. Maybe he could even get this guy to help him escape. He seemed to be loosing a lot of blood though, which probably wasn't a good thing. He glanced down at the bandages he used to cover his arms. Maybe he could give them to the guy as a 'please help me escape' gift?

Beating on the door, no one from the outside seemed to care to stop and see what was up. Giving up, Lonan walked back to his bed. He felt like a ghost, a ghost they only checked upon when the time was right or when they felt like it. Becoming extremely bored, he brushed back his hair and when to the small window that he deadly hated, it was so small and pointless, what was it's purpose?

Vaughn stuffed the bobby pin back into one of the drawers, thinking that it might be useful later. He finished looking through the rest of the drawers. He felt like he was being watched, and his head snapped towards the door to find someone standing at the window. He gave a dangerous, hostile look. “What the hell?”

Kaz smiled, waving at him through the window. He held up a bandaged hand, pointing to the wrap around his arm. "Do you want some?" he mouthed from behind the glass before trying to point to Vaughn's bloodied wrist