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

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Kaz rolled over so he was facing Vaughn, deciding that sleep could wait. "What's your name?" he asked quietly, trying to seem the least bit threatening as he could

(Why is notebook being so slow hhhh)

Vaughn’s jaw clenched slightly. He had been so close to falling alseep, and his roommate just had to start trying to talk to him. “I’m not telling you that,” he answered simply.

(ikr)
"Oh come on. You might as well because I'll find out sooner or later," he said, propping his head up on one hand. He didn't particularly care what the guy's name was, he was just trying to find some way to keep from going to sleep

“Go on ahead and ask around. I don’t associate with strangers,” Vaughn muttered, rolling so he was on his side, his back to the other boy.

Kaz flipped him off behind his back. "Fuck you too I guess," he muttered, just barely audible as he rolled onto his side as well. Looks like he'd be getting in a fight with his roommate instead of being caught with his tongue in the other guy's mouth. Lovely. You should have just bashed his head in when he walked in. Bet you could squish him with your cello, his mind giggled. He rolled his eyes. You know they don't let me have it in the room, he thought back

Vaughn shut his eyes again, tighter this time. He tried to reach that peaceful feeling of slumber again. He wouldn’t sleep long. Just for a little while.

Kaz stared at the wall, feeling himself drifting off. Maybe he wouldn't hurt so much when he woke up. But he knew he probably deserved the pain. That's what everyone told him at least

Vaughn quickly fell asleep into the inviting, numb feeling. For once, he didn’t feel on edge, or cautious of his possibly dangerous surroundings. But he knew that would change once the dreams began.

Kaz reached for his dog tags, holding them while he tried to fall asleep. They were the only thing he had left of his mother, and they sometimes helped him feel better while he slept. He eventually dozed off, still holding the metal in one hand

(Alrighty)

Vaughn woke from an uneasy sleep, jerking awake. He took slow, quiet breaths, forcing air into his lungs. Damn night terrors.

Kaz shifted in his sleep. He was always a restless sleeper, so he wasn’t too surprised when he fell off the bed and to the ground with a loud thud

Vaughn’s head snapped over in his roommates direction when he fell. He let out a sharp, brief laugh before stopping, lowering it to a snicker.

(Lol)
Kaz groaned, getting to his feet. “That hurt,” he mumbled, rubbing at the shoulder he had landed on. It hurt far worse than it should have due to the constant state of pain he was in, but he ignored it

“Exactly, that’s why it’s funny,” Vaughn responded, his snickering slowly stopping as he ran a hand through his now messy hair.

Name: Jules Whittaker
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight..maybe..she's thinking
Looks: Bright purple/blonde hair down to her waist, blue-grey eyes, about 5'7" athletic build, has a tattoo running up her left arm and curves around her to her neck,( a vine of thorns and flames) has a scar cutting through the right side of her lip from a falling beam from the fire
Outfit: Tall black boots usually paired with ripped jeans or shorts, usually has some sort of thrift shop shirt ranging from casual to cute, when she's feeling more comfortable, leggings or fabric shorts with a tank top or long sleeve depending on the weather
Personality: To be developed..but..loud, use to be outgoing, lashes out harmfully and sexually due to her killing her best friend/love of her life the year before, a word to describe would be dangerous and unstable
Reason for being in the asylum: Pyro-in-denial, accidentally killed best friend/love of her life in a fire she started, was later committed for severe depression and pyromania
Potential mutation(s): psychic:reading/hearing thoughts-ish-idk, persuasiveness, and to be deveoped
Other: (No clue)
(sorry it took so long, I can alter almost anything if there's too much conflict)

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, batting a hand in Vaughn’s general direction. “Enjoy your lack of chronic pain while you can,” he muttered as he adjusted his glasses