Supernatural Insane Asylum {Join in whenever you like}

[Skullkin]

Laurel Cliff
Laurel Cliff is divided into five wards: A, B, C, Infirmary, and Isolation. On the ground floor is Ward A, housing those harmless types. The psychics and those with telepathy, harmless elemental abilities, and other non-lethal creature types. These patients are allowed access to the community room and the enclosed outdoor area. Located on the second floor, Ward B is for the more testy types, those that lash out and fight back. Schizophrenics, psychos, lycanthropy, and other manic-drivel and dangerous ailments. These patients are occasionally allowed into the community room and the outdoor area. Third floor is Ward C, the last patient ward. It’s reserved for the worst of the worst that roll into Laurel Cliff Asylum. The mass murderers, the possessing demonic types, the so-called full-fledged monsters of society. These patients rarely ever are allowed into the community room or the outdoor area. Many are restrained in strait jackets for all of their days and they frequent the Isolation Ward for attacking nurses and other patients. The fourth floor houses the Infirmary and Isolation Ward, each respective to their name. The Isolation Ward isn’t a permanent patient houser—more of a time out for anyone misbehaving. These patients are the ones most experimented on, and the majority come from Ward C. The Infirmary is also another target for testing. After all, someone already ill won’t be missed should something... happen...

1971 WELCOME TO LAUREL CLIFF
Welcome to Amourive’s finest mental health hospital, Laurel Cliff Asylum. Built in 1862, Laurel Cliff has recently celebrated its one-hundred year anniversary and continues to provide Amourive with superior psychological care and to shelter those of poor cognition in need of assistance. Our fine staff specializes in patients suffering from dementia, mania, psychosis, delusions of grandeur, and many other mental ailments. Our facility overlooks the beautiful forest of Devil’s Throat, and a walled outdoor area allows out patients to take in fresh air and reduce built up stress. We have weekly visitation hours, so you never have to worry about being separated from your loved ones. Laurel Cliff Asylum is just like home.


WAKIE WAKIE SUNSHINE
You awake in darkness, a sharp throbbing pain shooting through your head as the sudden start of consciousness brings a grimace to your face. You feel comatose, inebriated on something they had forced on you the night before. The confusion sets in, bringing your blood to a boil as beads of sweat run down your neck while you frantically try to find some focus of light in this canvas of black you’re now lost in. Your hands pad at the walls, feeling smooth and cold painted brick beneath your fingers, and finally, a switch. The dome light overhead cracks with a bright flicker of celadon green while the fluorescent hum of electricity floods your ears. A buzz so loud, amongst the eerie quiet of your square room it sounds like a freight train passing overhead. You wince at the noise before curling against the wall, eyes now able to take in where you are. Stained concrete floor, cracked prison-green painted brick walls, peeling white plaster ceiling, rusted metal bolted door, and... oh, what’s that? A crinkled manila sheet of paper had been shoved underneath the door, folded and stained with a questionable burgundy liquid. You fall to your knees, grabbing the paper and unfolding it to find words... a note, scribbled out so poorly but still legible. You eagerly read it.


HEY... READER... LISTEN NOW...
...lies. All lies. This place, asylum, prison... It’s gold-leafed shit is what it is... vomit clad with party hats and sparklers... you’re in a holding room. They’ll assign you to a ward later. Chances are you’re not normal, right? I’m not talking about whatever’s fucked up in your head. I mean that if a regular hospital had you laid out on a gurney, they’d dissect your brain and ship you off to Washington D.C. You’re here because they want something from you. They want to know how you work. They want to know how you think. They want to cure you. Do you know how they cure you? Lobotomies, electroshock therapy, and god all those drugs... don’t take the pills. Oh, and you think you’re hot shit? You think you can just muscle your way out of here? You can’t. You just... can’t... the thing that’s keeping us here is more powerful than you, it’s more powerful than me, it’s more powerful than every single thing here combined. Like us, it isn’t normal. This place is haunted. The head honcho around here is just a face. He’s being controlled by something. That same thing that won’t let any of us leave. Just lay low for now. Oh, and don’t go in the boiler room.

Credit for the plot goes to my good friend Krank. You can join as a supernatural being (Vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, fairies, witches, nekos, etc.) with some sort of mental disorder, or you can join as an orderly and keep the peace (orderlies can be human or otherwise.)

When you type your intro/roleplay response, I think it would be nice to type out what part of the asylum you're in above your post, so that we don't accidently have people who are hanging around in The C Ward suddenly get approached by members of the A ward for no good reason, and other similar shenanigans. Also, Third person; past tense is loved.

You should know the standard rules to roleplaying by now. No godmodding, bunnying (In my day we called it powerplaying.), killing off characters without permission, etc. If you don't know the rules, go look at the roleplay rules on someone else's board, and use common sense to apply them here. (In other words, if a pokemon board requires you to have your character carry around some random bidoof throughout your journey, you clearly need not apply that rule here. After all, everyone knows that bidoofs don't do well in mental hospitals. Their feet turn blue, they start speaking in polish--it's a whole ordeal. )

Also, NO RANDOM JAIL-BREAKING SHENANIGOATS. IT AIN'T FUN FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO CLEAN IT ALL UP.

This roleplay is going to be Rated M for gratuitous amounts of violence and swearing. We got vampires up in here y'all, and they gotta feed sometime. If blood, carnage, hospital imagery, shock therapy, creepy mask salesmen, and disturbing imagery/mental breakdowns aren't your thing...then go beat Dr. Sigmund Connal in a pokemon battle for me, mmkay?

I hope you all enjoy~

Edited September 27, 2013 by Skullkin

[Skullkin]

Ward C

Two orange, snake-like eyes flickered open in the darkness of his cell, glowing with malice and bloodlust. He wanted nothing more than to paint the halls red with the blood and viscera of his captors for what they had done to him, but alas, he could hardly move. His body was bound tightly in the white cloths of his dreaded straitjacket, and a mask concealed the lower part of his face so that he couldn't sink his fangs into the flesh of his handlers. How he loathed that mask.

Still, at least it was nice and cool in the darkness of Ward C. Nice and far away from the dreaded heat of Ra's harsh, condemning glare.

Skull flicked his gaze towards the walls around him, glaring hatefully at the crude runes and hieroglyphs that lined the perimeter of the room. The 'doctors' had really done their homework on black magic, having had carved the mystical symbols into the walls in order to sap the beast within of many of his abilities. He could still see a spirit should one be lurking about the ward, but because of the enchantments, he could not take control of it. Nor could he shift into the form of his serpentine counterpart and slither out of his confining jacket and out beneath the door of his cell. How he yearned to take hold of his powers and bring hell upon his tormentors, but alas, he was next to powerless.

The ancient creature set his jaw within his mask, flexing his fangs in and out of his jaws at the thought of being free to run rampant through the asylum, slaughtering anything and everything In his wake. It was a common fantasy amongst many of Ward C--after all, while they had managed to take away his shapeshifting and necromancy, Skull could still hear the thoughts of his wardmates and others within the building.

((that's what I got so far. :/ ))

Edited September 21, 2013 by Skullkin

[subkoopa]

My moss green slit pupil eyes look around after killing my night's prey, I feel his warm blood on my cool skin "oh how I love this feeling" I said to myself.

"Hey! What are you doing!" a man with a flashlight pointed to me yells to me from out of the ally. Right then he pulls out a gun and starts to shoot at me.

"Fucking carry laws" I yell. Then I ran at him at full speed grab him by the neck and throw him to the building shattering his spine "lucky me I get two meals today" I laugh to myself well walking up to the man who's panicking trying to get his completely immobile body. I then grab the man bend his neck then I sink my fangs into his warm skin a drink every last drop "you need to lower your iron intake bud. Then I dig my claws into his chest and ripped his heart out "ha no coming back for you "shit it's almost seven, better get back before sunrise. Then I run off toward my apartment and take my human form, then when I got to my door I got hit from behind by some drugs.

I faded back in with me tied up in chains lower part of my face covered on a iron mask and my hands covered in attached iron gloves with markings that seem to be cutting off my powers. We just stopped where are we. They walk me out the back of a black truck and into a dark building with men standing guard at the door they said something about ward C they tied me into a straitjacket an into an elevator the halls have more of those markings. I was taken up a few floors when the doors opened I felt the bloodlust it was stronger than I've ever felt, I couldn't think of what could be this evil the humans lead me to my cell that there trapping me in. Well I won't be I'm here long and thats a promise

[Skullkin]

((Nobody else want to join? I'm not a fan of onexones... ))

[Soleil]

Hmmm... I want to join but honestly I don't know if I would have the time to really contribute. I'll have to think of a good character first if I'm to be a part of this.

[Skullkin]

((The device has been modified....I mean, the rules have been updated and stuffs.))

[Jory]

WARD C

For what seemed like the millionth time, I awoke this morning in an icy sweat. It wasn't the first time it'd happened. After all, much else can't be expected from a water elemental.

I suppose that needs a bit of explaining. After all, I'm not exactly what you full-human types might call a "regular mortal." I am literally the eighty-thousand, two hundred and forty-third child of the East River. My mother fell in when she was twenty-three. It was her birthday and her friends had rented a boat for a surprise party. Unfortunately for my mother, the surprise didn't end when she fell off the boat. My father, the spirit of the East River, took a liking to her and took her in. He kept her alive by creating a string of air bubbles to the surface and evacuating the water from the air around her head. Ingenious, really. When she awoke, he seduced her and I was conceived. I was born on the third of September, 1993. My... abilities... didn't surface until I was roughly fifteen years of age. I'd always enjoyed swimming and such, but one day I found that water was no longer sticking to my skin. I was simply absorbing it. In an experiment, I attempted to pour alcohol on my skin. That was the first time I got drunk. I found that I could manipulate droplets of water. Nothing major, just make them float near my fingers and make them flow along a surface. When I told my mother, she wasn't surprised. She told me everything. I began to train myself in the sewers of New York. I would bring down a light and simply manipulate the flow of the water, eventually reaching a point at which I could freeze a moderately sized area of polluted sewer water, manipulate over 10 gallons through the air, and draw water vapor toward my hands to gather materials for more practice. I found that I could manipulate some plants (never bryophytes) by causing the water in their vascular systems to move. Of course, when I got into fights it drew attention. A little too much attention. That's all that they need to pay you to notice. If you step out of line, you're immediately the focus of everyone's attention. All it takes is for some SHITHEAD with daddy issues to push you over the line. Insult not just you but those you love. Assault you repeatedly in a vain attempt to quell the storms brewing in his heart because Mommy always liked his brother better. Make you so goddamn ANGRY that when you clench your fist in aggravation at your inability to fight back, frost forms on your knuckles. Abuse you. Call you weak. I wonder how he's doing now, what with the frozen veins in his eyes having caused him to go blind. Make him YOUR bitch.

Anyway, it's not so bad here. They keep me in these... gloves... to keep me from using what little moisture the dehumidifier doesn't suck out of the air as spears to GOUGE THEIR FUCKING EYES OUT. I never used to be this violent, but the way they poke me and prod me just gets to me. They want to know what makes me tick. The only time I ever feel like I used to is when they take of the gloves to test my "powers." Can you believe that with all the fucking scientists here they haven't come up with a fancy name for my abilities? "Powers," like we're talking about the bloody fucking Marvel Universe. But at least I get to exercise. Some of the other testier patients don't even get to leave their cells without being stuffed with enough drugs to kill a fuckin' grizzly. But that won't stop me from getting out of here. I'm no one's toy. Fuckin' no one's.

Edited October 21, 2013 by Jory

[Skullkin]

((Hmm...Your character seems more like Ward B material to me Jory, seeing as he hasn't actually killed anyone...But I'll let it slide, given that nobody else is playing on here.))

His eyes narrowed into tiny slits as Skull sensed another prisoner awakening from--more than likely--a drugged sleep. Slowly shaking his head limply back and forth, he struggled around in his constrictive garb before managing to partially free one of his hands that was near his mouth. He could move his fingers, but that was about it. Managing to twist his wrist around inside of the cast, Skull began to claw futilely at his Hannibal lector style mask--if he could just get the damn thing off, he'd gladly chew off his limbs if it meant getting free of that accursed cell. A few humans worth of blood, and he could slowly regenerate the damaged parts later.

//Ah, you're awake. Good. You wouldn't happen to know how I could get this cannibal mask off with one hand, do you?// Skull telepathically inquired to the elemental as he temporarily gave up on the mask and turned his attention to the runes carved into the walls. While his arm wasn't at an angle where he could easily remove the straitjacket with one hand, he could still make use of it. Rocking himself slowly over to the wall, the vampire began to scratch at one of the circular runes with a long black claw, trying to change the symbol just enough that the whole spell would break. Then all he needed was a corpse that was either in the area or at most six feet below the ground, and he could use it as a puppet to help in his escape.

((If you like doubling, you can play a nurse that catches him in the act and sedates him or something. :/ ))

[Jory]

((I figured because he's been showing increased aggression since being locked up and has the potential to literally make every single one of the guards die most painfully, I'd throw him in Ward C with the justification that he has high potential for destruction given the way he maimed the kid at school. You'll see that his incarceration has left him more dangerous than he used to be.))

I shook my head, trying to keep the voices, those ever-present voices, to a minimum. I'd become proficient at blocking them out, you know? Telling them that I'm not their plaything. But there was one that wouldn't go away. One that was not speaking nonsense like the rest. Over and over it asked the same question:

Ah, you're awake. Good. You wouldn't happen to know how I could get this cannibal mask off with one hand, do you?

Soon enough, I realized it wasn't just one of the voices. It was an other- a fellow patient who was just as dangerous as me. Just as prone to FREEZING THE GODDAMN BLOOD OF THE FUCKERS WHO ARE KEEPING ME LOCKED IN HERE. In other words, someone I shouldn't trust. But enough with the fuckin' cautiousness, you know? Do you know what it's like to be locked up? How about to be isolated from anyone who ever cared for you for FIVE FUCKIN' YEARS. And knowing that with every year they're just gonna find some new way to run their bloody fuckin' tests. Find new ways to make us- to make me- squirm while they sit and laugh in the glass box in the fuckin' surgery room. Do they think we're blind? Or are they just so goddamned conceited that they don't care who sees them? Well I've seen 'em all. I know what they FUCKIN' LOOK LIKE. They think they're safe from us? We're the next evolution of humanity- we're the fittest. With that in mind, I figured I had just two options: answer this fucker and see if I could help or sit around with my fuckin' thumb up my ass like some goddamned fuckin' lab rat in this hellhole.

"I can hear you," I yelled into the darkness. "I can feel you in the air. But I can't see you. How am I supposed to help you?"

[Thielt]

Ward A

Nails stained a crimson red, Finch's hand slowly raked the flesh of his arm. Cuts and scars were sketched across every inch of skin, most old with past experiences. As blood seeped into the wooden table of the community room, the orderly assigned to escort him winced with pain from each motion.

"Is this neccessary?" The orderly asked through gritted teeth.

"Stop bitching," Finch hissed, slowing the pace of the gashing. "It hurts me as well. The parasite has to feed."

"And if it doesn't?" He demanded.

"It'll kill one of us...probably."

The orderly stared at his arm, covered in lacerations of his own. His veins were dyed a jet-black, a result of the bond to his unusual ally, and with each moment they pulsed furiously. Finch sensed the fear in his eyes, feeling the resentment of agreeing to such an attachment and sighed. Reluctantly, he move his hand to his face, pushing aside scraggy blonde wisps of hair, reavealing saphire eyes that stung with bitter frost.

"You chose this." Finch started. "We share life-forces, and I agreed to protect you. If you don't like it, then get me the hell out of here."

Or even better, find me someone worth bonding with.

As time ticked away from Finch's moments away from his cell, his mind raced with ideas of obtaining new power. The orderly sat quietly, doing his best not to draw attention.

(( I'll do my best to add as I can. Hopefully I won't be the only guy chilling down in Ward A... ))

Edited October 22, 2013 by Thielt

[Skullkin]

"I can hear you, I can feel you in the air. But I can't see you. How am I supposed to help you?"

Skull cringed violently and froze as the other prisoner shouted out into the darkness, listening carefully for the tell-tale sound of orderlies with needles and sedatives. // Shhh!!! Don't speak out loud, or else you're going to get us both put in Isolation. Just think back to me, I'll pick it up. Now listen, do you have any idea how these masks operate? If so, can you tell me how to get mine off? They had me unconscious when they put it on, so I'm not sure which straps will tighten the damn thing, or release it's ra-forsaken hold on my face.// the vampire hissed into the water elemental's mind as he desperately continued to scratch and scratch at the rune.

((welcome to the madhouse Thielt~ ^^ ))

Edited October 23, 2013 by Skullkin

[Jory]

My eyes narrowed as the telepath kept asking how to get his mask off. I didn't have a mask; the stupid bloody twats running this place never put one on me because I hadn't revealed how dangerous it could be yet. I don't have a fuckin' mask so I can't help you with that. What do you know about these fuckin' runes on the walls, though? The most I can do is drop the temperature of water below its goddamn freezing point right now, I thought back at him. It was clearly some upper level magic suppression. Something I didn't fuckin' like very much.

[Thielt]

(( Realized the way I made Finch's powers and his first bond being the orderly, I kinda roped myself into doubling for now...Oh well. I Shall name him Cedric! ))

Escorting his companion back to his cell, Cedric's eyes focused on the clipboard in hand. Faded ink detailed the tasks of each orderly and their corresponding inmates, void of any useful information for him to abuse. The only thing that stood out were the numbers alongside each inmate's name which vaguely gauged their threat levels. Under the Ward C section, the numbers stood drastically higher from the other wards.

"Why so focused on the paper?" Finch asked as they arrived at his cell.

"I'm not a fan of this place much either," Cedric replied, fumbling with the keys. "So the stronger you become, the more protected I'll be, right?"

"Exactly." Finch smirked, stepping into his room.

Cedric left without a word, sighing as he scratched at the back of his black, faded hair. An ominous wave shot up his spine as he made his way to the stairwell, climbing the flight in moments and arriving at the doors to the upper ward. With a hesitant breath, Cedric entered Ward C and began taking note of it's inhabitants.

(( For all intents and purposes, Cedric is just kinda walking around and taking notes of everyone. Interact or not as you see fit. ))

[Skullkin]

Skull rolled his eyes; great, so this guy wasn't going to be useful at all. //Just as you think, they're power suppression runes. Mostly for elemental, death, demonic, and shapeshifting magics. If you can alter one of the runes somehow, you should be able to break the entire chain and its hold on your powers. That, or you could possibly turn it into an entirely new spell that could potentially do more harm than good.// He mentally explained as he continued to work away at the rune he had picked out, his nail broken and his fingertips bleeding through the grime, leaving the crimson residue dripping down the wall where the vampire had been clawing fervently at for the past few hours.

Suddenly, the vampire paused and his ears perked up to catch the sound of footsteps. Quickly, Skull tried in vain to wipe his blood from the wall, only managing to smear it around. As the footsteps grew louder, Skull gave up on getting the blood off and wriggled over to sit in front of his labors, hiding the claw marks with his shoulders. He slipped his sore, bloody fingers back down into his straitjacket to make it look as though his hand was still constrained to his shoulder and waited for the orderly to pass. The vampire glared menacingly up at the human, a low growl rumbling in his throat as the scent of freshly spilled blood wafted from the man's flesh. "You smell delicious, mortal...Might I have a taste?" Skull chuckled in a low, demonic voice as he ran his forked tongue over his fangs, attempting to frighten the orderly into moving on quickly to the next 'patient'.

Edited October 26, 2013 by Skullkin

[Thielt]

"You smell delicious, mortal...Might I have a taste?" Skull chuckled in a low, demonic voice as he ran his forked tongue over his fangs, attempting to frighten the orderly into moving on quickly to the next 'patient'.

Cedric looked up from the clipboard, greeted by snake-like eyes. The glare of death penetrated the orderly from the cell, tearing into his soul. Hesitantly, Cedric flipped through the pages he held, scanning each word slowly.

"Mortal..." he muttered, unable to find anything of value. "In this place, that's pretty much what we all are. So what makes you so special?"

[Skullkin]

"You wouldn't be so cocky if these runes weren't here...My fangs would've already been deep in your neck, draining your body dry of lifeblood." The beast growled bitterly, glancing over at the markings that bound his unholy powers. Skull returned his malignant gaze to the human, flexing his fangs slowly in and out of his gums in frustration. "What brings you here to our ward tonight, Cedric?" he inquired in a bored, tired tone.

Edited October 27, 2013 by Skullkin

[Thielt]

"What brings you here to our ward tonight, Cedric?" he inquired in a bored, tired tone.

Cedric cringed, wondering how the stranger knew his name yet he knew nothing of him. It was an odd predicament given the positions. "Just taking notes of you captives. Learning what I can, questioning what I can't, that sort of thing. Don't suppose you want to tell me all the things you're capable of, would you?"

[Skullkin]

A soft smirk spread out on the vampire's lips; the fear wafting off of this man was simply delicious. "I don't suppose I would, either. Y'know, besides the obvious vampirism..." Skull purred darkly, barring his fangs as his eyes briefly turned to an animalistic, glowing yellow, then returned to their natural blood red hue. "Don't suppose you have a pint or two of blood to spare. I'm simply parched in here, with this ra-damned mask preventing me from nibbling on anyone." he tilted his head idly, "Who knows? Maybe I'll be merciful and actually stop before you pass out from the bloodloss."

[Thielt]

"Don't suppose you have a pint or two of blood to spare. I'm simply parched in here, with this ra-damned mask preventing me from nibbling on anyone." he tilted his head idly, "Who knows? Maybe I'll be merciful and actually stop before you pass out from the bloodloss."

The hate could be felt through the words, passing through Cedric as if he was transparent. Quickly, he looked up and down the hallways, void of life other than the captives and himself. "What if," he started, leaning slightly towards the vampire. "I could make you a deal of sorts..."

[Skullkin]

Skull raised a dubious eyebrow at the mortal's words; what cause did he have to trust this man? Still, it could be interesting to see what this foolish little mortal had to offer him. "I'm listening, Cedric." he slowly drawled, leaning his head against the carved runes. Even if the human could give him a reason to trust him, there was little reason for Cedric to trust Skull in return. Especially given Skull's father and history as a thief lord.

Still, Skull found it amusing that he was considering making a deal with this human. It was like he was taking over the family business already...minus the whole "I want your soul" bit.

((If skull had a themesong...It would sound like this.))

Edited October 27, 2013 by Skullkin

[Thielt]

"I'm listening, Cedric." he slowly drawled, leaning his head against the carved runes.

"I'll keep it brief," Cedric smirked. "I didn't sign up for this type of job, and I'm sure you're not fond of being caged here. There's an inmate down in Ward A, he bonds with people and can mimic their life force. With the right power, he can get us out of here. Keep me off your...lunch menu, and I'll inform him that you're willing to help. Or at least, willing to not interfere."

[Skullkin]

The vampire burst out into laughter, was this human serious? That's the most hilarious thing he'd heard in a long time. Why would the mortal trust him to that extent? Hello? This was the C Ward! This was the ward belonging to the terrible creatures whose sole purpose in life was to kill. And Cedric was offering him freedom, in return for him to promise to not kill him. Who wouldn't laugh at such idiocy?

Once he had managed to calm his laughter, Skull flicked his dark grin back up to the orderly, "And what, pray tell, will keep me from killing you and this little A Ward boy once we're free, hmm?" the monster hissed softly, his eyes glimmering in amusement. It wasn't that he wasn't willing to take the deal--it was that he had been trying to escape for years now, and the faceless heads that ran the Asylum were always one step ahead of his and everyone else's escape plans. All trying to escape would do is get the little A Ward captive a needle full of drugs and leave the orderly without a job, at best.

[Thielt]

"And what, pray tell, will keep me from killing you and this little A Ward boy once we're free, hmm?" the monster hissed softly, his eyes glimmering in amusement.

Cedric knew he was gambling with only theory to back his assumptions but it was the best bet he had. "If I understand his power correctly, our life forces would be tied." He propped himself against the cement wall that separated each cell. "If one of us dies, we all die. If one of us is immortal, we're all immortal."

"The protection policy," Cedric clarified. "Was me being nice."

[Skullkin]

"Yet, you do not know that for sure. It is only theory..." Skull said as he shrugged his shoulders, "Besides, I'm not too fond of nor comfortable with the thought of two unworthy humans running around with my powers--powers that took me countless centuries to master. Without years of training and solid control over the forces I command, one could get themselves killed--or worse--even if they are technically immortal. Even now, I risk my unlife every time I tap into my abilities..." the vampire murmured in a serious tone, reaching his hand out of its hiding place in the sleeve of his straitjacket. He didn't think this orderly was going to go tattling on him for breaking partially out of his jacket, and he needed to stretch the muscles in his wrist anyway. He flexed the black talons that jutted out of his fingers, smiling at how well the one particular claw had regenerated itself.

[Thielt]

"Yet, you do not know that for sure... I risk my unlife every time I tap into my abilities..." the vampire murmured in a serious tone, reaching his hand out of its hiding place in the sleeve of his straitjacket.

"There's a lot of things I don't know," Cedric chuckled, pulling a cigarette and match from his coat. A quick flick of his wrist and the orderly was inhaling the coveted nicotine. "I don't know why you would be worried about us...humans...getting ourselves into trouble. I don't know if we even could escape with everyone's help. I'm just a man of science, trying to find answers."

A faint cry rang through him, causing a stinging sensation to strike his arm. Cedric looked down and noticed the parasite-infested veins pulse with each breath he inhaled. It was feeding the creature, though it didn't seem very pleased.

"Anything I could do to at least consider the deal?" He offered to the vampire.