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This RP is now closed to new people, as I've lost track of the number. Thank you all for joining. If you aren't in the group OOC please let KokichiLove know right away!

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Aya tumbled out of the small white bed onto the cold, white floor, and looked up at her surroundings, which were also white and mostly padded. She had been in the asylum for 3 years now, with no hope of getting to see the outside world again anytime soon. “Treatments” weren’t helping and only made her depression worse. She sighed as she went to put on fresh clothes and approached her cell’s door, awaiting it to be opened for breakfast and social time.

Clyde sighed. Another day with the patients. he kept a helmet on that covered his face, because the last time a girl in this asylum saw his face, she tried to kill his friends to be his friends. He walked around, the keys jangling in his pocket as he walked to the cells.

Mishka opened his eyes to find himself staring at the blank ceiling. He couldn't recall what fully occurred the previous day, other than that he was checked into the facility that morning. Despite concentrating as to why he was there in the first place, nothing seemed to come to mind. Something was blocking his mind to think clearly- most likely pills or drugs given to him.

The brunette sits up in his bed and looks around. Plain, white walls with barley any furnishing besides the bed. Why was he even there? Was he sick in some way? He couldn't remember a thing.

She woke up in the cell chained again, this was really annoying. She had gotten imprisoned for being coaught helping a murder as well as killing 16 other people. After she fought the guards on the first day the placed her in chains constantly. She had knocked out 3 guards and almost killed one on her first escape attempt but got shot in the back by a triangulation dart. She had worked for one of the top gangs before she got caught, they didn't send her to jail because she had blown up the cafeteria at the old one. They said she needed what was it... A more secure place to be. But that didn't fool her, they wanted something... But what? The door to her cell opened to reveal a guard, "Hello again!" She looked him straight in the eyes and smiled.

((Sorry, I had PSATs today...))

How long had he been here? Three days? Four? Ten minutes? Those incredibly short time spans felt like forever, as he sat there in the plain white room, seated on the pitiful excuse for a bed in the corner. The man narrowed eyes colored red and black with dyes and inks, and slowly, clumsily stood, pulling helplessly at a sort of, well, mask that covered his nose and mouth, though whether it protected him as an Eater or the other patients and staff, he really was unsure.

Walking towards the door, he pressed slender fingers against it, shoving at it. After all, these doors opened outwards, making it easier to lock their victims away, making it much harder for them to escape. But the door barely budged, despite all the shoving and shoulder ramming he progressed to doing to it. The patient grunted through his teeth, still clawing wildly at that thick, heavy, unmoving door, furious at how he was stuck in here, alone, in such a small space...for God only knows how long...

"No.. No, No, No.." 19 year old, Riley Synclaire repeated as she was taken to her room by an administrator. This was Riley's first day here and she already felt like she was being treated like an animal. "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, im not crazy!" She began to yell as she kicked her legs. She didn't weigh enough for her height and she barely had any muscle to fight off this guard, but despite that, she was giving her all. "Calm down.. If we have to put you in the padded cell, then we will." The administrator said, grunting as he continued to pull the young woman. "I.. My mother is crazy! Not me! Please!" Riley continued to protest against his will, not caring. She just wanted out. She knew she wasn't crazy...

She woke up in a room full of cushion. She tries to stand up but she can't find her balance. She looks down to find that she is in a straight jacket. She can't feel her arms. "Help! I AM NOT THE ONE! YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON!!" She screams at the cameras. She finds her way up and gets the the window in the door. She looks out of it to find a girl, around 19, repeat "No" multiply times as she is being escorted somewhere.

She sits back down after awhile. "I'm bored. Get me something to do. NOW!" She says as she looks at the camera.

Clyde sighed. "Calm down" he said looking at Renidik. "Just behave, and you'll get to go socialize with the others" he said through his mask

Liliath was in her room, screaming and crying as always she was in a straightjacket cause she had tried to attack people. She hadn't done much besides trying to kill her fosterparents. Now she was here in this strange room alone. "Let me out of here!'she screamed

Axel stood by that door still, shoving at it harshly, muttering profane words and fighting at it the best he could, extremely uncomfortable. "Open this door, cowards!" He shouted, voice raspy but fortunately still retaining enough language. "Get me out of this stupid little place and give me room to breathe, to think! Give me food, and something to do!" The cannibal demanded, shaggy hair falling over his eyes. "I don't find this room at all too pleasant!"

As the administrator continued to carry/drag Riley, she ended up giving up. Her arms and legs went limp as a few tears ran down her face. She took this.. exhaustion.. to her advantage and looked around. The place looked like a real hospital.. only instead of wooden doors, the doors were metal- or padded, depending on how crazy the person was.. Eventually however, the young woman stood up on her own accord, not wanting to be dragged anymore.

Despite having a yelling and crying fit earlier, she was silent now. The man now held her arm, making sure she wouldnt run off. Looking over at him, she noticed how he towered over her, height wise. Goosebumps formed on her arms and legs as they arrived to a room.. This one was kind of normal looking, so maybe he didn’t think she was too crazy.. After walking in, Riley took a deep breath and turned to ask the man a question, only to see the door was closed and he was locking it. The blue eyed girl ran to the door, her yelling fit coming back. “No! No, no, no! Let me out of here! Please!” She hit the window, with all her might, which wasn’t a lot. “I’m not crazy..” she murmured, slowly turning to examine the room she was in, her fit disappearing just as it had appeared.

Dr. May slowly typed her fingers on the desk as she read through some old files. A noise startled her as she could hear a yong girl yelling no in the office next to her. Dr. May let out a long sigh assuming her associate was probably gonna recommend shock therapy or worse if the girl didn’t stop talking. Dr. May use to believe in the same philosophy that her associates used but recently she has found some hidden documents from the previous doctors who used her office. There was an old file where several families/groups where paying for the asylum to take people and “give” those people diagnoses.

There was a light knocking on the door when a Gaurd entered to inform Dr. May her next patient was ready.

The guard dragged her out and then he was on the floor, her chains around his neck. Snap! She searched him for keys, nothing. The alarms rang out and she dragged the dead guard to a room. She stripped him and switched clothes. She stepped out in the uniform and reported it to the station. Grabbing a gun from security she was walking around, supposedly looking for the exit.

Katherine was making weird noises like she just killed somebody. What a bunch of weird people. She was wearing a straitjacket, better yet, everyone should be wearing one. Clyde went to knock on Dr. May's door

"Let me out of here right now or I put you all on fire!"She screamed and repeated these words "Let me out of here right now, I wanna go home elt me out now!" She screamed

Her eyes drifted to the chains carefull she aimed one of the guns she had swiped and shot the lock. The broken metal fell to the floor noisily as she shot the ones around her legs. soon she was free of chains. Smiling she shot a guard that had come to see what all the commotion was. She wiggled out of her stright jacket, thank God they had taught her how to shoot using her mouth.

((You're still in your cell, no escaping ))

Clyde waited on Dr. May

Hearing gun shots, Riley backed away from the door. She felt her heart beginning to pound wildly. She didn’t know what was going on, but it sure shut her up. She backed up into the corner of the room and sat down. She pulled her knees to her chest and stared at the door, her eyes wide with fear. She figured asylums were at least.. safe? “J-Jon?” She called out quietly. Soon he appeared and sat in front of her. She didn’t understand why no one else could see him or hear him.. she saw and heard him just fine.. Was that why her mother put her in here?

“Jon, what do I do?” She asked, her voice cracking a little, the consequences of yelling earlier. “Just sit and wait. Just calm down and for everyone’s sake, stop yelling. If you behave, they’ll let you out faster,” he told the young woman. She nodded lightly and tightened her arms around her legs. “O-okay,” She murmured, glancing up at the door again.

She then sits back down after one of the guards have told her to calm down. She looks at the man. Remembering his mask and everything about him. Just to know who to kill after I get released. She says to herself, "Never shush me." She starts to bang on the door with her head. Her head is not bleeding and nobody cares. She is just an other psycho locked up in an asylum.

"I can't be here.I CAN'T be here. I CAN'T BE HERE! LET ME OUT!" She yells as the same guard from earlier walks by again.

Despite getting rid of the chins and the straight jacket she couldn't open the Damn door! She rammed against it repeatedly and then slide down against the wall out of breath. Her shoulder felt like she had broken something. She stood up shakily and continued to slam against the door until she heard a crack that confirmed something was broken. She stagged back and fell against the wall, she couldn't get out.