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

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Kaz scowled, walking into his room while the uniformed guards behind him shut the door behind him. He set his duffel bag on the bed in the corner, beginning to take his things out angrily. Damn aunt sending him to a damn asylum. He was fine, there was nothing wrong with him. He was so close to getting out and they just had to send him here

Vaughn had to be dragged, almost literally, down the hallway to his room. His newest foster family had dropped him off there, saying his mental illnesses were too much for them to handle. Idiots, he snapped mentally, before being led to a door. It was swung open, and Vaughn threw a threatening glare at the man who held his shoulders. The man, in response, shoved him a bit roughly into what looked like a shared room. “Bastard,” he had snapped sharply, still having the same expression as he watched the man shut the door. He seemed to completely ignore the other boy in the room, walking over to a cleared bed where he dropped his backpack onto the sheets.

Aliana was smiling as the guards walked her to her new room. She skipped along as she entered her new room. Everything had changed after she had been sent to the asylum. Aliana used to be a sweet kind little girl, now she didn't give a f*ck. So what if she killed a guy, he deserved it. Aliana froze as she saw something from the corner of her eye. She shook her head and put her stuff down next to her new bed. As she sat down she started singing to herself, "Ring around the Rosie…"

“You’re actually crazy, then,” Venezia scoffed, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. Her fingers twitched, as if she was reaching for something that wasn’t there. Already having set up, there was almost nothing on her bed. She opened her eyes and glanced Aliana over before closing them again, seemingly falling asleep. Her fingers didn’t start twitching.

"And what's wrong with crazy?" Aliana smiled over at Venezia, "Everyone's a little crazy. The best people are crazier than others."

“I think you and I have very different definitions of ‘best’,” she said drily after a moment.

Aliana looked over at her, "Why are you here then? If you aren't crazy, or a murder, or a sociopath, or psychotic, or deranged in anyway."

“Because I liked playing with Fire a little too much for their comfort,” she said, opening her eyes finally and leaning forward. “While I truly believe I’m perfectly sane, they don’t. I just like to watch buildings burn - that’s not insanity.”

"Arsen?" Aliana grinned at her. she started humming under her breath before she said, "You ever kill someone?"

“Probably,” she shrugged. “Don’t really read the news reports. Only remember one. Eight people, apparently. Some kid’s party.”

Aliana clapped her hands, "Bravo! How did you start the fire. Was it on purpose or an accident?"

(May I join?)

(yeah you can join)

Kaz glanced up as his roommate barged into the room. He rolled his eyes, not really caring about the fact that the other guy seemed angry too. Just someone else to be pissed at the world with. Besides, he would probably get thrown into his own room soon enough with his tenancy to start fights. Or make out with his roommates. It depended

SHE stared at her. “Why would it be an accident?”

Aliana shrugged, "I don't know." She giggled, "I killed a guy on accident! It was fun! Seeing his blood flow out of him as his face turned ashen."

“You’re insane,” She grumbled, leaning back again. She snatched wt something before realizing it was hurts scrap piece of cloth.

(“Or make out with his roommates” lmao so subtle)

Vaughn opened his bag, jaw clenching tightly as he did so. The longer section of his hair fell across his forehead, the tips right at his eyebrow. He began to unpack his things, laying clothing items out on his bed after neatly folding them. He had felt eyes on him for a moment, but simply chose to ignore it. He wasn’t exactly a people person.

Kaz went about taking his things out, scowling as he realized his pencils had been taken. "Son of a bitch," he muttered quietly before rummaging through the bag, trying to make sure he at least had his sketch pad. He ran through his things for a moment, a small amount of panic welling up as he realized he couldn't find it. He finally reached the bottom of the bag and he threw it angrily to the floor. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled a little louder than he had intended

Vaughn’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the sound of his ‘roommate’. He finished unpacking a moment later and dropped his bag next to his bed. “Hell is wrong with you?” He asked in a monotonous voice, not even looking at the other boy as he spoke. He didn’t care what was wrong with him. He just wanted that kid to quit his screaming.

Kaz put his head in his hands, rubbing at his temples. "Took my goddamn sketchbook," he grumbled, reaching into his pocket. He pulled a small bottle of pain medication out of it, and he popped a few in his mouth before hiding it in the pocket of his hoodie again