Asylum (Open)

[shadowoftheheart]

So Kitten can help, she isn't just a bundle of fear. Good.

Express elevator? I glance around looking for the soft voice that mentioned this, and shrugged.

This was starting to get boring, so I move away from the others, toward a door near the end of the hallway I haven't opened yet. What's back here, I wonder? I fit one key, two keys, then the third one slides into the lock. Oh, fun! Turning the key to undo the lock ....

 

[leopardlover]

Tom bounces up and down as he hears his door being unlocked, the energetic young man inside wanting out now! He has heard them talking as they come towards him. He is only himself, but himself can be many things depending on his mood, his state of mind. His thick brown hands rub together in glee as he thinks "Finally. I shall be free! Maybe one of them will want to play? I hope so!"

He pulls the door open quickly soon as he hears the lock click back. He has to move back to accomodate the door as his massive frame would have stopped it dead if he didnt move back a few feet, til hes almost at his bed. He looks outside with bright green eyes at the people standing there as he attempts to move through the door. He has to turn slightly, the door too small to take his 6'7" body that weighs in around 375-400 pounds.

"Hi. How are you all?"

shakes his head at the bloody nose, but it looks like hes being taken care of so...drops it from his mind, more closely inspecting everyone else


Hif file reads as such.

Name: Tom Delayne
Race: African American
Gender: male
Skin: Dark brown
Eyes: green
Hair: black
Height: 6'7"
Weight Estimated between 375 and 400. The scale broke under his weight right about then

Diagnosis: Extreme mood swings. One minute almost childish in his joy and innocence, the next cold and uncaring of consequences to the extent of killing without thought then feeling intense guilt.


OOC: Obviously I decided. He just popped into my head. I hope none take offense

 

[Lotharian]

((*is rolling on the ground laughing* Alright... I'll admit... THAT is one of the most original characters I've ever seen. Good to know that you're still around because I didn't want to feel like a jerk chasing you off. :S))

Her hand was so soft... Edward smiled lightly against the pain as she directed his hand to the position to hold. He put his hands there and held as firmly as he could without eliciting a score of new pain.

"Thanks...." was all Edward could really say in reply. "Well, might as well be polite and do introductions... I'm Edward. Who are you?"

That's when he noticed the door open and the large man trying to get out. He suddenly went pale. Didn't that woman listen!?! Who's to say this guy wouldn't try to rip their heads off! Or rape them! Or worse... rape THEN kill them!

'Calm yourself you fool and keep your hold on that nose of yours. I don't feel like being drenched in your weak blood.'

 

[leopardlover]

(Why thank you. lol. I almost thought about keeping Snow but changing reasons. Say instead of an experiment its a mental condition. makes part him -think- hes a cat, and acts like one. Doesnt worry about shaving so is hairy as hell, almost looking like a pet of fur all over him. Lets his nails grow and managed to sharpen them. Stuff like that. But, I didnt. Using snow in The Lab. Tom popped into my head when i saw Shadow was opening a random door. He should be..****. lol)

 

[Jewelskye]

She looked at Edward and offered him a soft smile. She lifted a hand to touch it to her stomach. "Kitten," she said in that same soft, almost delicate carress of a voice.

Her eyes lifted as Jane opened up that other door and let... that big... big black man out. Her eyes widened and she let out a soft whimper before she moved quickly, movements catlike and fluid, to crouch on the other side of Edward. Her hands came up and rested on his shoulder as she peeked around him at the newest man to be let out of his room.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I frowned, and took a step back from Huge.

"Hi. How are you all?"

I waved at him, then moved back to the others, glancing at Kitten and Lex. Kitten seemed worried, but that wasn't a surprise. It was a slight surprise that she chose to hide behind Whelp / Majority, but I shrugged that off.

What a strange crew, we were. I glaced at Whelp / Majority. Majority seemed to be the Leader of this group. Sure, I'd gladly take that role myself, but not being able to speak seems to reduce my ability to Command the others. So be it.

So I sigh, silently, and glance around at everyone, waiting to see what would be done to Escape.

 

[leopardlover]

*grins broadly* My name is Tom. Thanks for letting me out of there. Its cramped.


*stands to his full height and stretches, massive muscles ripping as he does so. He is all but nude and proportionate, the only thing covering him a pair of shorts. And he only wears those because he was told he needs to*

So we get to leave now huh? Its been so long since I was out and stretched. Maybe its cause last time, when the guard tried to hurt me I opened his head up when I threw him.

*looks worried*

None of you are going to try to hurt me are you? Cause I dont wanna be hurt...Or forced to hurt anyone.

*He has the look of a child now, obviously afraid, unsure of what will happen. He doesnt want to be hurt. Doesnt like hurting, never has, even though he can and will if he has to. At least not when hes feeling normal and happy*

 

[Mister J]

Lex just shook her head, gazing up at the monstrous figure before them.

"Nuh..uh..."

She then moved against the wall, leaning on it and waiting for someone to do something. She wasnt bored..just too scared to do anything else but wait.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I walked in front of Huge, and pointed at Lex, nodding. I was trying to convey the same idea.

I opened my mouth, really, really trying to say that I wouldn't hurt any one here, that we should work together, we should escape from this place.

No sound. Frustrating as hell. I would have to hold back my anger, because when I got angry I did start hurting people.

 

[scribe_m]

Hell...she didn't know how she felt...just the unending desire...which she was sure to return as soon as her strength did....

Marcus picked himself off the floor. His body was cold, aching. What he remembered... what happened... was it real? His back hurt, but he had no desire to see his back and the gash marks that were -- or were not -- there. Groggy, he made his way down the corridor. To the doctor's office. The room was oddly dark. He heard a woman's voice.

"Demanding...intense pleasure......"



Scribe.