[Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement
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				Title: <strong>[Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:13:24</strong>
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				The basement of Lake Heart was a claustrophobic maze, a true masterpiece of an insane architect.&nbsp; Corridors twisted, turned, and intersected with no rhyme or reason, the maze broken up only by the occasional fence or imposing wooden door.&nbsp; No signs or even graffiti served to guide a person through the basements, only a pilgrim's wits and clarity could help.<br><br><br>***<br><br><span class="bbc_u">From: Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</span><br><br>Gunther navigated his way through the maze by memory, stopping in front of the door to the dungeon.&nbsp; He inserted the key and moved the heavy latch, causing a shower of dust to fall as he made his way inside the disturbing little room.&nbsp; He cast his penlight about, periodically catching a rack or some other implement of torture.&nbsp; Gurneys dotted the room, and the false doctor slowly made his way inside, shivering a bit despite the warmth of the room.&nbsp; It was not far from the Asylum furnace, and the heat was really quite comfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:25:09</strong>
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				Brigit followed the doctor.&nbsp; He had said the dungeon was disturbing but she was pretty sure she'd seen worse.&nbsp; It was dark and the winding maze was tight and confusing.&nbsp; She felt claustraphodic, her throat tightening.&nbsp; She slowed her pace and concentrated on breathing, putting her hand on the doctors shoulder to lead her.&nbsp; Soon she had cleared away the claustraphodia and was fine.&nbsp; They had entered a small warm room.&nbsp; There were others here.&nbsp; They shifted as the two entered the room.&nbsp; There was pain, and anger, and confusion in this room.&nbsp; She felt them flowing around her.&nbsp; They were checking the visitors out.&nbsp; Brigit took in a deep breath and slowly looked at the doctor.&nbsp; She spoke quietly but clearly.<br><br>"Who is kept in here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 20:36:10</strong>
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				Gunther's entire body began to shake.&nbsp; He knew that the room was empty, and yet with Brigit's question, he could not convince himself.&nbsp; He could hear footsteps in the room, could see shadows looming over his shoulders.&nbsp; "There'snooneinhere."&nbsp; He squeaked, drawing closer to Brigit.&nbsp; Every surface his light strayed upon was harsh and uncomfortable, arranged in lines designed to produce terror.&nbsp; The girl's softness helped reduce his fears somewhat, as his rational mind fought for control.<br><br>"This room is designed to be uncomfortable."&nbsp; Gunther told Brigit calmly, hoping he could keep her calm by faking confidence.&nbsp; "There's nothing here except for some machines they used to make people not want to come back to this room.&nbsp; You're completely safe here."&nbsp; Gunther wished he could beleive his own words, as he wondered just how dangerous the girl's paranoia could be, or his, for that matter.&nbsp; This was the wrong room to lose control in and start trying to "help" someone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 20:40:33</strong>
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				She saw that the doctor was upset by her question.&nbsp; No physical body was in here but she knew that they were still there.&nbsp; Moving, hovering just out of sight.&nbsp; She could feel them like air on the back of her neck.&nbsp; She wanted to calm the doctor.&nbsp; She spoke softly.<br><br>"Are there any candles in here?&nbsp; And a couple chairs?"&nbsp; She peered around the room, her eyes becoming accustomed to the thick darkness surrounding them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 20:56:47</strong>
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				Gunther panned his light around until he finally found what he was looking for.&nbsp; He pulled out a lighter and lit an antique looking oil lamp, adjusting it to light a large section of the chamber.&nbsp; There were a variety of devices of pain and restraint in the room, including an iron maiden sitting forbiddingly in one corner.&nbsp; Aside from a few straight backed metal chairs with metal and leather restraints built into them, and a couple of chairs with spikes attending their construction, there was nowhere to sit in the room.&nbsp; The walls were lined with various whips, floggers, manacles, and an impressive collection of gags, as well as a few battery operated devices whose bright color schemes seemed quite out of place in such an obviously horrible place.<br><br>"It looks like an adult toy shop threw up all over a museum of torture."&nbsp; Gunther commented with a bit of venom, looking at the straight jackets hung up on one wall,&nbsp; made from a variety of decidedly nonstandard materials.&nbsp; Not all of them had a crotch strap which went over the genitals.&nbsp; "None of those chairs look particularly comfortable.&nbsp; I think we'll be better off sitting on the floor for the duration."&nbsp; He said, sitting down on the cold concrete floor.&nbsp; Simply being in a room like this, able to see the things he was surrounded with, brought back bad memories about the things he'd done in his basement so many years ago.&nbsp; He fixed his eyes on Brigit, hoping that she wouldn't have an extreme reaction to this sort of dungeon.&nbsp; She really seemed very well grounded for a paranoid schizophrenic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 21:16:41</strong>
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				Brigit took a seat on the floor in front of the doctor.&nbsp; The lamp lit most of the room revealing several torture devices.&nbsp; She remembered some of them from her captures basement.&nbsp; Now she knew why there were so many angry lost beings around her.&nbsp; She looked into the doctors eyes.&nbsp; She trusted him.&nbsp; Her voice was steady though her hands shook.&nbsp; She had never told anybody her story, not yet.&nbsp; All any of the doctors ever knew was what they gathered from others and her breaks.<br><br>"Can I tell you a story?"&nbsp; She asked this with her eyes closed, picking her words carefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 21:44:35</strong>
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				Gunther's insides felt like they turned to jelly as Brigit asked her question, and his hands began to shake as well.&nbsp; When people did things like this, it ended either with a tearful hug, or someone strapped to a table and screaming. <em> Or trying to scream,</em> Gunther added, glad that the girl had her eyes closed so she couldn't see the ways his gaze shifted in panic at the memory of knowing what to do about a soundproof basement.<br><br>"Sure."&nbsp; Gunther said, in a very casual tone, still not certain whether the girl was opening up to him, or just getting his defenses down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 22:27:36</strong>
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				She quietly waited for his reply.&nbsp; She didn't know why she was doing this.&nbsp; But she was opening up like a flower and she couldn't stop it.&nbsp; The deep red of her heart would be showing soon.&nbsp; Anyone who wanted could just tear it from her chest.&nbsp; When she heard his steady sure she opened her eyes and looked at him for a couple of seconds before opening her mouth.<br><br>"I lived with a street family for the first part of my life.&nbsp; When I was three my mother was killed by drug dealers.&nbsp; I sat close to her while the men cut her hair, raped her, and then stabbed her thirty times in the stomach.&nbsp; She was six months pregnant.&nbsp; They took me and kept me for two years.&nbsp; Most days I was hungry.&nbsp; They fed me table scraps like a dog.&nbsp; I was often chained to the kitchen table leg.&nbsp; When I was five they sold me to a man who I only knew then as Father.&nbsp; I was kept in a closet and fed once a day.&nbsp; When Father wanted to play he would get me from my closet and take me down to the basement.&nbsp; He would do horrible things to me down there.&nbsp; There were even a few of these things there.&nbsp; A table with straps, a chair with straps, whips, gags, and other equally unpleasant things.&nbsp; If I was good in playtime I was allowed to roam the house freely.&nbsp; After he took me to play he would read to me from the bible telling me that if I confessed my sins to the lord he would forgive me for seducing him.&nbsp; One day when I was 10 I'd been good during play so I was aloud free for the day.&nbsp; When I was in the kitchen I took a large knife and hid it in my clothes.&nbsp; When it was time for play the next day I went willingly.&nbsp; After he closed the door I pushed him down the stairs.&nbsp; He hit the bottom with a dull thud.&nbsp; I walked down and found he was still alive at the bottom.&nbsp; I began to mutilate him, torturing him for hours.&nbsp; I cut out his tongue, all of his fingers, and the cruel thing in his pants that had hurt me more than anything else he'd ever used on me before I finally cut his throat.&nbsp; Then I took his bible and tore all the pages out.&nbsp; Suddenly I realized that I was a bloody mess.&nbsp; I ran upstairs and grabbed the phone.&nbsp; If I even looked at the phone and he saw me, he would beat me badly.&nbsp; But I grabbed it and dialed 911, I learned that number from watching TV when I lived with the drug dealers.&nbsp; When it was answered all I did was whimper, the lady on the other end said that help was on the way.&nbsp; This scared me and I hung it up.&nbsp; I didn't know what I'd done, I hadn't seen another human in the five years that I'd been living there.&nbsp; I ran to the closet and curled up into a ball and cried until the police arrived and found me.&nbsp; I was taken to a childrens hospital, where I was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia, then at 18 I was transfered to a state run asylum and now I'm here."<br><br>She fell quiet.&nbsp; Her head hurt slightly.&nbsp; She thought she would cry but her face was stern and dry.&nbsp; She looked the doctor in the eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 22:49:41</strong>
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				Gunther felt horrible listening to her story, it was one of the more pitiable things he had heard in his life.&nbsp; He returned Brigit's gaze, shaking slightly reached out and wrapped his arm around the girl, holding her head against his chest.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."&nbsp; He said, knowing that he'd look like a fool if he started crying when she didn't.&nbsp; He shivered at her descriptions of the horrible tortures she had inflicted on the man who raped her.&nbsp; Somehow, her story convicted him of his guilt, of the terrible things he'd done because they seemed to be the right things to do at the time.<br><br>"I- I'm sorry."&nbsp; He croaked, and began to sob, so caught up in his own self loathing that he could barely feel pity for the girl.&nbsp; His head fell to her shoulder, and his tears began to stain her shirt.&nbsp; He could barely conceive of anything but sorrow as a black cloud of depression began to envelop him, sucking the life from his limbs as he began to cling to the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 17:51:08</strong>
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				Brigit saw pain in the doctors eyes.&nbsp; As he pulled her to him she felt she should be crying, but somehow she couldn't.&nbsp; When he began to cry all she wanted to do was comfort him.&nbsp; She pulled him to her and held him running her fingers through his hair.&nbsp; She hadn't meant to cause him such pain.&nbsp; She wanted to make him feel better.&nbsp; She said quietly.<br><br>"It's ok.&nbsp; Life as a crazy person hasn't been all that bad.&nbsp; The childrens hospital was hard but the asylums I've been in so far haven't been that bad.&nbsp; The people are kind and if they're not kind they're crazy so they have an excuse.&nbsp; I've never told anybody my story.&nbsp; All that anybody knows is what they've guessed and what's come out during breaks with reality.&nbsp; I was an angry child.&nbsp; A confused adult.&nbsp; But now I don't know what I am.&nbsp; I feel better.&nbsp; I've changed somehow and I think I have you to thank."<br><br>The became quiet thinking about all that she had said.&nbsp; She continued to run her fingers through his hair and held him tight.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 05:07:03</strong>
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				Gunther pushed back his tears and looked into Brigit's eyes, trying to get his emotions under control after such a wild display.&nbsp; "I'm sick."&nbsp; He said, going a bit limp as Brigit held him.&nbsp; There was an intense fear in his eyes, a hint of guilt as he continued.&nbsp; "I'm a sick, sick, person, they kind of guy who tortured you, or at least I was, until they caught me."&nbsp; Gunther choked back a sob as he continued, trying to unburden his heart.<br><br>"It's good that you've been able to tell me about yourself, maybe we'll be able to keep you from going crazy."&nbsp; He said bravely, feeling terror as his mind when down its familiar tracks.&nbsp; He wanted to help her, take a close look at all her scars and perhaps give her a couple more, to grow on and help her forget.&nbsp; Her eyes looked so innocent to him, and he soon began to feel as if he was in a pedophile's nightmare, the kind one gets when one realizes just how horrible he really is and puts himself out of his misery.&nbsp; "I'm afraid."&nbsp; Gunther whimpered, wrapping his arms tightly around the girl.&nbsp; "I never wanted to hurt anyone, but everyone I've ever tried to help I've gone too far, but I can't just leave them alone."&nbsp; Tears streamed into Gunther's eyes as he made a dangerous admission.&nbsp; "And I want to help you."&nbsp; He said, his hands shaking as he wrapped himself around the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:55:28</strong>
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				Distantly, a low thrumming could be heard reverberating through the walls. It came and went, starting without warning and cutting off just as suddenly.<br><br>Pounding, kicking, and cursing in Spanish began every time the noise ended.<br><br>From where the Gunther and the girl were located, the noises seemed to be coming from their left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 16:41:01</strong>
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				Brigits head jerked at the noices.&nbsp; <br><br>"What the hell is that?"&nbsp; <br><br>She had been so caught up that even her own voice startled her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 02:15:08</strong>
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				Gunther carefully went to the door of the chamber and barred it, walking back over to the middle of the floor.&nbsp; "Whatever that noise is, it's something we're better off just waiting out."&nbsp; He said firmly, looking at the metal door.&nbsp; Surely it would hold against anything, even the black robed intruders from the edge of reality.&nbsp; <br><br>"Brigit, do you understand what kind of person I am?&nbsp; The kind of things I've done to people?"&nbsp; He asked carefully, trying to keep himself calm and collected.&nbsp; He was quite afraid of being alone with Brigit, but he was even more afraid of whatever it was that might lurk outside.&nbsp; He'd always hated what was outside.&nbsp; At a moment, he thought of something that might just help him.&nbsp; "Brigit, do you have any scars on your body from your experiences?&nbsp; Would you be willing to show them to me?"&nbsp; Gunther asked, knowing that seeing the injuries always brought him back to reality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 09:46:36</strong>
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				Chest aching with dull pain, Thomas felt the skin as it changed from his slightly damp with sweat flesh to the sticky spongy flash where the wound was.&nbsp; It hurt, especially when he touched it.&nbsp; Ugh, it felt like someone had dried snot in the wound as a bandage.&nbsp; There was a bonus to this he realized as he started to pick himself up from the black cell he was in.&nbsp; Completely dark except for a faint ting of red everywhere.&nbsp; He looked around, still working to actually realize what he was realizing.&nbsp; Speaking to the voice in his head, 'Yes, that...&nbsp; Hurt...&nbsp; Lots...'<br><br>Looking toward the door, cracked open slightly, he saw that is where the red shade on everything came from.&nbsp; Like looking out from the inside of a tomato.&nbsp; He smelled dust, the light glinting of red spiderwebs.&nbsp; Heard the scurry of rats.&nbsp; He sighed and heaved himself up and off the dusty old bed.&nbsp; The air was musty and damp, he yawned a deep bad tempered yawn, the air tasted bad as well.&nbsp; A soft scowl formed on his face.<br><br>He then started rummaging around, perhaps something to wear besides these rags, shoes, shoes would be nice.&nbsp; Especially shoes that fit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 16:23:45</strong>
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				Brigit looked the doctor square in the eyes before speaking, "Yes, I do know what kind of person you are.&nbsp; You want to help, you want to change.&nbsp; You've hurt people and it hurt you also.&nbsp; I know what kind of person you are.&nbsp; And I still trust you."&nbsp; Her words were sharp as she began to pull her pants down revealing several scars in the shape of crosses all up and down the inside of her thighs.&nbsp; On her calves she had cigarette burns dotted here and there.&nbsp; She pulled off her shirt to reveal cigarette burns all over her arms and a huge slash across her chest, starting at her collar bone and ending at her belly button.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 20:51:40</strong>
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				Gunther's mouth hung open as he looked at the girl's terrible scars, reaching out unconciously towards her.&nbsp; Normally, he would be filled with lust in a situation like this, and a small part of him half expected to see "thou shalt not commit adultery" carved into her body somewhere.&nbsp; His fingers traced gently against the huge scar that dominated her chest, and a black pit of fear opened up in his stomach as he saw it.&nbsp; "How did you get this one?"&nbsp; He whispered gently, shocked into a semblance of composure.<br><br>It was certainly a bad scar, Gunther was amazed the girl had even survived the wound.&nbsp; The crosses on her thighs began to come to life as he looked at them in the dim light, rearing up and nearly hissing as they writhed like scorpions.&nbsp; Gunther averted his eyes from her legs as his fingers traced down the scar, and he tried to focus just on it, rather than the more disturving wounds on her body.&nbsp; He began to smell something much like brimstone, which only intensified his feeling that this gril had seen hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 21:23:09</strong>
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				She slowly met his eyes as he asked about the worst scar she'd been given.&nbsp; <br><br>"I got this when I first went to stay with Father.&nbsp; He took me to the basement and strapped me to a table.&nbsp; I couldn't move my arms, legs, or head.&nbsp; He then told me that he knew that I was a filthy little sinner and that he was going to give my heart to God.&nbsp; He took a scalpel from a table of tools and began by making a deep cut all the way down.&nbsp; While he did this he began resiting the lords prayer.&nbsp; I was screaming the entire time.&nbsp; This made him angry so he gagged me.&nbsp; I watched in horror as he took another sharp instrument and cut deeper.&nbsp; There was so much blood.&nbsp; I passed out pretty soon after this.&nbsp; When I woke up again I was still on the table.&nbsp; He had sowed me up and left me there.&nbsp; Everyday he would come down and doctor my wound.&nbsp; When it was time for him to take the stitches out I was awake and it hurt.&nbsp; Again I was gagged.&nbsp; While he was removing the stitches he recited over and over John 3:16.&nbsp; When I was finally healed he put me in my closet.&nbsp; I thought that he'd really taken my heart."<br><br>Brigit fell silent for a few minutes.<br><br>"I found out after the cops took me away that he was a doctor.&nbsp; That's how he had all of those surgery instruments.&nbsp; I also found out that before becoming a doctor he had been the pastor of a church.&nbsp; He had been married once and had a child, they both disappeared.&nbsp; He moved and changed professions."<br><br>She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 21:59:27</strong>
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				Thomas was walking down the dimly lit corridor outside his room.&nbsp; The clomp of army boots slightly too big for his feet resounded in the empty halls, echoing over and over again so it sounded to him like hundreds, no thousands of men walks around.&nbsp; He wore a dusty lab coat, probably from 50 years ago.&nbsp; On his shoulder was a WWII back pack.&nbsp; Apparently the room had been used for some kind of storage a personal effects before it was totally forgotten.&nbsp; He'd found shoes and robes, pants, shirts, socks, most of which worn though in this one army bag - probably an ammo back come to think of it, as it wasn't the long tube of a bag the army put clothes in - he'd found these boots, a pair of fresh socks, underwear, a once-white (not very off white) t-shirt, and khaki pants.&nbsp; He'd found the lab coat in a closet with lots of others, the only one left whole.&nbsp; The old style ID tag on it just had a name, "Dr. Frasure, PhD".&nbsp; Not a medical doctor obviously.&nbsp; He wondered...&nbsp; Had that been the last actual patient in the room, or perhaps one of the doctors had used the room to sleep in during long shifts.&nbsp; It didn't matter.<br><br>Dressed now, old clothes, and old lab coat.&nbsp; He went through the envelopes in the bag again as he walked, a huge bundle tied together with twine.&nbsp; All addressed to an Emily.&nbsp; And Emily Stanton.&nbsp; All with big red stamped letters of "Address Unknown" or "Not such Number" on them.&nbsp; Finally, in the bag was a picture, it was faded, he could make out a pretty girl in it, just barely in the light.&nbsp; Dark hair - or perhaps not, the red light did strange things to color.&nbsp; Oval face, thin...&nbsp; She was pretty.<br><br>Just another man lost in the depths of his own mind.&nbsp; It was a good thing he really was sane, the voice in his head agreed with him.&nbsp; He stopped for a moment, hearing voices softly echoing.&nbsp; He turned his head and changed direction to follow the sound.&nbsp; He was hungry, perhaps they'd know how to get to the dining room.&nbsp; Every hospital had one, bad food was better than no food.&nbsp; The voice in his head stated very stern and forceful, 'Waste not want not my son.&nbsp; Do not be picky, lest ye cup shall never run over, nor shall you have the abundance of bread.'<br><br>Thomas nodded to the voice, God was right, it was enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 23:09:43</strong>
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				Gunther shivered as Brigit told her story, wrapping his arms around her in an effort to comfort her.&nbsp; "The man who called himself your father, what did you do with his heart?"&nbsp; He asked, finding himself genuinely impressed that the girl was as sane as she was.&nbsp; Of course, a decent acid applied evenly over the skin might just...&nbsp; He shook his head, trying to get such crazy notions out of his mind.&nbsp; <br><br>He heard footsteps coming softly towards the room, but decided he could safely ignore them as just another hallucination.&nbsp; The basement was spooky, and one simply needed to focus only on his companions to stay sane.&nbsp; Gunther's eyes strayed over to a nearby table with straps on it, and he could almost see a younger Brigit strapped to it being torn to pieces.&nbsp; He began to shake, realizing that he was having trouble NOT picturing it, especially with Brigit's body and scars so obvious to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 03:00:20</strong>
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				Her eyes became distant as she remembered something long forgotten. . .<br><br><em>After she'd cut his throat she hunted down his instruments of torture.&nbsp; The very same ones he'd used to steal her heart.&nbsp; She cut his chest wide peeling skin and muscle and fat back.&nbsp; The smell of blood was strong.&nbsp; There were bones protecting his heart so she got a sledge hammer to break them.&nbsp; With every blow a fine spatter of blood misted the air and settled on her face like rain.&nbsp; She pulled the stubborn bones back and out of the way and stood looking at his heart.&nbsp; It didn't look like the hearts traded on valentines day.&nbsp; It was just a chunk of flesh and blood.&nbsp; What was she doing?&nbsp; WHAT HAD SHE DONE!</em><br><br>For the first time tears streamed from her eyes down her face.&nbsp; Her eyes remained distant and her stare was blank.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 16:59:40</strong>
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				Thomas walks through the halls, hearing patches of human-like noise disembodied and bouncing off walls, but following it.&nbsp; His eyes never quite getting used to the red color from the emergency lights he wishes he could find a tool box or something, anything to contain a flashlight.&nbsp; Shaking his head he speaks to the voice in his head again, "No, I am not afraid...&nbsp; Just frustrated, but you are right, I am alive and well.&nbsp; I shouldn't complain, your grace saw fit to provide what light you are able.&nbsp; I shall try not to question your plans."<br><br>He continues, just walking, trying to trace the voices back to their source.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 19:53:37</strong>
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				Gunther held the girl tighter, resting her against his shoulder.&nbsp; On some level, he was aware that he was clutching a severely emotionally disturbed half naked girl to himself, yet that awareness was pushed far beneath the surface by the simple fact of the girl's suffering.&nbsp; He'd seen that sort of suffering before, it was what happened when a person remembered something they didn't want to remember.&nbsp; He may very well have made a mistake, he realized, as his arms wrapped around her tighter, pulling her into a secure grip.<br><br>Unfortunately, his body couldn't just sit around idly, and began to react.&nbsp; Gunther could feel himself becoming aroused as the girl spilled his tears on him.&nbsp; He began to wonder just how this girl felt about sex, considering all of the agony she had been through.&nbsp; He shuddered, hard enough for Brigit to feel it, as he began to realize just what was happening.&nbsp; "Don't worry, you're going to be okay.&nbsp; You're going to be okay..."&nbsp; He whispered over and over into her ear, trying to comfort her.<br><br>The girl's flesh was warm and soft, despite her scars.&nbsp; Gunther's hands went lower and began to caress her hip, his fingertips playing across her flesh, ignoring the patterns of the scars even as he felt them.&nbsp; <em>She's certainly grown up to be a fine young lady</em>, he thought as he rested his hand on her thigh, feeling the room become colder and colder around him.&nbsp; Right now, the girl's flesh seemed like the most inviting thing in the world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 19:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Thomas wandered down the barely lit halls of the Asylum's basement, a faint humming could be heard. It was intermittent, cutting on and off sporadically. Every time the hum returned, a crackling sound could be heard from the walls. Twice, vague sounds of shattering glass pierced the air above him. They must have come from the ground floor. <br><br>In the distance, angry words voiced in Spanish rang out. Thomas seemed to be approaching the source of all of this commotion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 02:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas began to walk faster toward the noises, the humming, the Spanish noises...&nbsp; Odd that, he seemed to start to cling to these, it really was quite... Lonely down here in the basement, Thomas was beginning to find out he didn't like being this lonely.&nbsp; Beads of sweat started to build up on his brow, a cold sweat.&nbsp; He quickened his step more and more.&nbsp; Someone else was down here damnit!&nbsp; Someone else was here!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 21:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Small black shapes flit at the edge of Thomas' vision, taunting him and attempting to instill more fear into his heart. As he walked onwards, he began to see light shining from a thick stone slab-door in the distance. It seems as if the noises were emanating from behind that monolithic door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:19:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brigits eyes refocused as she slowly made her way back to the here and now.&nbsp; She slowly looked around her, slightly confused, as the doctor clung to her petting her flesh.&nbsp; She moved her hand up and wiped the tear from her face, checking to make sure the liquid was not in fact blood.&nbsp; The doctor seemed distracted and upset, but there was more there.&nbsp; She freed herself of his grip stepping out of her pants before undressing the rest of the way and standing completely naked before the doctor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 07:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas has to concentrate, one foot, one foot, one foot in front of the other.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and swallowed, head writhing in fear, he heard the voice of God in his head talking to the other sounds and voices...&nbsp; Telling him salvation was on the other side, so he pushed forward, pushed hard and slow...&nbsp; However, he did push, looking for a handle on the monolithic door he grasps it in a hand and pulls.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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