forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"Red, actually," Kaz said, gesturing to the red NASA hoodie he had on. "Uh…what's your favorite color?"

Tenor is still simply staring at the girl who had touched him. Tenor doesn't like it. Best get away from her boy, vixens like that'll leave you bleeding out. Wide eyes. Blue eyes. Cold eyes. Dead eyes.

Vaughn nodded slowly. He stepped over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it, legs stretched out. “Probably orange,” He said, but it sounded more like a question, like he was unsure.

"Really? You seem like you'd prefer black, or like, a dark blue," Kaz said, watching Vaughn sit down while he spoke. "Just…Dark colors in general? I don't know, sorry, I'm rambling," he said, cutting himself off as he stared down at the floor
(oof I wanna start the mutation part of the rp now but barely anyone is here)

(Sameeee)

“I mean, those are good colors too. But it’s orange, definitely orange,” Vaughn confirmed, nodding to himself as he spoke.

(well I mean three is half of us, and I wanna make things more angsty loll)
Kaz opened his mouth to respond, but an intercom next to a desk tucked into the corner suddenly crackled to life. "Kaz Weathers and Vaughn Finley, you are scheduled for lab block 42-B at 10:00 P.M," it said before cutting out. Kaz frowned and turned to look at the clock up on the wall.
"10? That gives us…twenty minutes?"

“Lab block? Jesus Christ, that makes it sound like we are going to be used as lab rats or something,” Vaughn sneered. He had seemed to be calmer when speaking with Kaz, but now he sounded annoyed again.

"No kidding. Who knows, maybe they'll go all X-Men on us and we'll get some kind of cool superpower or something," Kaz grumbled, rolling off of the bed. He knew he probably looked like a mess between crying, getting forcefully knocked out for a few hours, and just his general state of laziness, but at this point he didn't really care

“As fun as that sounds, I doubt that’s going to be what happens. It’s proably some non-FDA approved drug that they want to try,” Vaughn said, hands moving as he spoke. He fell back onto his bed, arms reaching up to cover his eyes.

(my mom is trying to convince me that one of the science teachers at my school is hot and that I should marry him and I'm just here like 'no mom, too gay for that')
"Well, we'll either get superpowers, some sort of new freaky virus, or we'll die a gruesomely aesthetic death," Kaz grumbled, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling

(Lmao and, y’know, THATS ILLEGAL)

“I have a feeling it’s going to be the third thing,” Vaughn mumbled. He kept his forearms over his face, just wanting to be back home in his apartment, away from the world.

(yeah no she's all 'you know he'll get back from Pennsylvania when u graduate' and I'm like 'he's like twenty years older than me???')
"Let's hope there's no fourth kind," Kaz said, snickering a little at the Supernatural reference. The thought of the show made him a little sad all of a sudden. He and his cousin used to sit for hours in the game room watching it, throwing popcorn at each other and binging for hours at a time. Now that he was out of the mansion, he almost missed the place

(RIP)

Vaughn’s brow arched in confusion when Kaz laughed. He decided it was better not to ask. He rolled over, squinting at the clock that was hung across the room. This was going to be a nightmare.

The time passed quickly, and the door buzzed as two guards and a scientist stepped in. "Kaz and Vaughn? I'm here to escort you to the labs," the scientist said. Kaz got up warily, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket. He glanced over at Vaughn nervously

Vaughn gave the three a very hostile look, but he stood up slowly. He stepped over so he was standing next to Kaz, allowing his hair to fall partly across his forehead.

For some reason Kaz couldn't quite explain, Vaughn standing next to him made him feel almost infinitely better. He was still incredibly anxious, but the other boy's presence definitely helped. The guards fell into step around them, and the scientist began to lead them to an elevator at the end of the hallway. The sight of the elevator made Kaz immediately uncomfortable, as he would like to be anywhere but a small space with only one person he knew

Jules watched the boy staring at her. I crossed another line, didn't I? Shit. She looked at his eyes, they were such a kind of blue, it was startling. (insert specific trait about his eyes here, lmao, didn't want to describe your character for you, all it said was blue XD ). She figured if he looked more sure of himself, more confident he'd be even more attractive..not that she was noticing he was, in fact, attractive. Control or be controlled. Don't let yourself get controlled. That's what happened, I was controlled, I never would have let it burn, let him- let me-. I didn't do it.
(I'm baking so i'll be popping in and out of the rp.)

Tenor looked up sharply, not so accidently headputting the doctor behind him. Say sorr-Get movin boy! Don start somethin and not finish it! Turning, the flash of a syringe. The flash of his teeth. Blood pooling on the floor. F I N A L L Y . Tenor grinning, blue eyes comicly wide. Another syringe. A pinch. Slowing. Falling. Darkness.

Tenor wakes up bound to a chair. Dentist? Doctor? Doctor? No Doctors! No Meds! Don't let Them! Lab coats. White floors. White coats. White halls. Steel machines. IV line. Other chairs in the room. Tables with equipment. An image, of using a syringe to stab someone through the eye. Dried rust in his mouth. Dried rust on his chin. Empty laughter.

Jules woke up to the same lady standing over her, what was this, the third time this week? and a needle in her arm, her tattooed arm. What the fuck?! That's my tattoo they don't get to mess with my tattoo! Jules tried moving her arms, nothing. She tried thrashing her feet, nothing. They had her strapped in, tightly. And she did not like being restrained. She tried to scream, a sensation she could only compare to a shock collar, meant for dogs, shot through her body. Yes, she knew what a shock collar felt like, he had been into it for a bit.
(lmao, if you didn't get that very subtle hint, you are a precious, innocent child and that's amazing, praise you for you innocence)