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

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Vaughn rolled his eyes and got out of bed, shaking his head as he did so. “That a threat?”

Kaz raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Only if you want it to be man,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair as he sat up

(Idk why but I just find the differences between how Kaz and Vaughn are acting in the two rps are so funny. One is just cute fluff and this has a “fuck you” “yeah, fuck me” feel to it lmao)

Vaughn shot the other a sharp look before walking over to where his clothes were set on a desk.

(np lol. and yes Des the contrast is ridiculous but I have a funny feeling that this rp will end up with…rougher KazVaughn eventually lmao)
Kaz scowled, rubbing at his eyes as he reached into his duffel bag for his painkillers. He grabbed a bottle and opened it, not bothering to check the dosage as he downed a few pills. He threw it back in the bag, making a small noise of relief as he laid on his back and waited for the meds to kick in

Alaina yawned and stretched as she woke up. A smile crept up onto her face. She sprang up and got dressed for the day humming as she changed.

Jules struggled against the male guards literally dragging her towards her room. She was kicking and screaming and generally making a spectacle of herself, but they didn't do anything more to restrain her. A worried looking women in a pantsuit trailed wordlessly after her carrying a duffel bag. Jules' purple hair was thrashing around with the rest of her body, whipping the guards in the face until one grabbed a fistful, refraining her from moving her head. She spat on the guards shoe and continued to thrash about. As she approached the door she fell silent and still. The men let go of her and the woman handed her her bag, in a calm quiet voice Jules thanked her and opened the door to her new 'home'.

Name: Tenor Staph, yes pronounced like Staff
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual, Poly
Looks: Blue eyes, messy hair, 5'9"
Outfit: Loose, short sleeves, long pants
Personality: Happy go lucky, kind to a fault
Reason for being in the asylum: Hears voices, self harm/suicidal actions, intrusive thoughts and actions
Potential mutation(s): Animal communication, blood powers(rather obvious downside) shadow powers(drainig)
Other: Wants a cat, afraid he would skin it and play in its blood

(np lol. and yes Des the contrast is ridiculous but I have a funny feeling that this rp will end up with…rougher KazVaughn eventually lmao)
Kaz scowled, rubbing at his eyes as he reached into his duffel bag for his painkillers. He grabbed a bottle and opened it, not bothering to check the dosage as he downed a few pills. He threw it back in the bag, making a small noise of relief as he laid on his back and waited for the meds to kick in

(Lmao probably)

Vaughn stepped over to where his clothes were layed out, and carried a fresh set over to his bed. He shrugged off his suit jacket before unbuttoning his top, tossing it onto the bed. He tugged at his undershirt, pulling it up and over his head, throwing that onto his bed as well.

Kaz glanced over at Vaughn instinctively and forced himself to look away at a breakneck speed. He felt his face heat a little from embarrassment, from what he wasn't sure. He rummaged through his bag, deciding that he would change in the bathroom as he grabbed a new pair of cargo pants and another tank top out of it before walking off to the bathroom

Vaughn gave the other boy a weird look as he had hurried out of the room. What was wrong with him? He didn’t think it would be weird to change in front of another man, he wasn’t going to completely strip down. Besides, he didn’t like men or anything (hahaha, he’s lying to himself), so why did it matter? He muttered to himself and unbuckled his trousers, stepping out of them. He stretched his arms, glancing down at himself. At all of the scars that were plastered across his skin. He exhaled sharply and got dressed again, wearing almost the same thing. He kept his suit jacket unbuttoned, looking at himself in a mirror as he ran a comb through his hair to fix it.

(lmao all I'm imagining rn is Vaughn and Kaz getting into a fight over something dumb and Vaughn going 'shut the fuck up' and Kaz going 'make me' and then all of a sudden they're kissing and then Vaughn's brain just goes 'dude you're as straight as a gotdamn curly fry')
Kaz moved to fiddle with the earrings in his ears after he closed the door, trying to decide whether or not to change the piercings. He opted not to since one of the larger ones was actually a lockpick he had hidden away. He untied the hoodie around his waist and set it to the side before changing into similar pants and tank top. He decided to slip the hoodie on instead of having it around his waist, and he walked back out. He hadn't bothered putting his boots back on yet, he was lazy and his feet hurt. He laid back down on the bed, the small high he would sometimes get from his painkillers beginning to nudge at his mind

(Oh god, that would definitely go down. I can really picture that lmao)

Vaughn glanced over at the other boy when he came out of the bathroom, then back at his reflection of the mirror. He finished fixing his hair and straightening out his clothing. There, perfect, he thought to himself, pleased with his appearance. He needed to make a good impression with some of the people in the mental ward. If he did, it would be so much easier to gain access to more of his medication. He was never allowed to have it with him. People were afraid he would try to overdose again.

Kaz tried his best not to let his eyes linger on Vaughn's frame. How had he gone from wanting to knock his teeth out to thinking he was some sort of attractive? Because you're a fucking moron, his mind supplied happily, and he couldn't really argue with it. He reached into his bag again, looking for his hairbrush. He started to brush through his hair, wincing a little as it caught in the mess of tangles. Curly hair was a disaster

(Why is the curly haired thing such a mood for me lmao? I don’t even try to brush my curly hair, it’s unbearable)

Vaughn stepped away from the mirror and over to his bed. He stuffed away his other set of clothes before walking to the door. He tried opening it, but it was locked. He frowned heavily and let go of the knob. Why the hell was it still locked? Maybe they unlocked it at a certain time?

(I'm both grateful for straight hair and wish that I had gotten my mom's curly hair. my hair looks so weird bc it's like half wavy but I would put up with tangles for the sake of having decent hair lmao)
Kaz scowled at the brush as it snagged in a particularly bad knot. "Ow, ow," he muttered quietly. Wonderful. Pain to go with more pain. He eventually gave up, deciding to just use his fingers to make his hair look semi-presentable. He threw the brush back in the bag, making a small noise of happiness when he realized the meds had kicked in and his back didn't hurt anymore

(Lmao, yeah it looks good sometimes and you don’t have to curl it, but oh my god, it gets frizzy because of everything. Moist or dry air? Frizz. Heat? Frizz. Rain? Guess what, more frizz lmaooo. It used to be down to my waist but I just recently got it cut to my shoulders and that’s kinda helped)

Vaughn glanced over his shoulder at the other boy upon hearing the noises he had been making. Why couldn’t this kid be quiet for ten goddamn minutes?