{Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room
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				Title: <strong>{Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 01:35:26</strong>
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				Michael sighed. He had been in this hell hole for years, yet the staff of the supposedly first-class Lake Heart Asylum hadn't been able to cure the sickness he harbored in his head. If he had the choice, he'd have left a long time ago. <br><br>Unfortunately, he did not have that choice. Michael was one of the few patients at Lake Heart who had come there of his own accord. He had heard many good things about the place and had hoped that they could help him where no one else could. He had paid hard-earned money to fly out to an airport forty miles away, then hired a taxi to drive him the rest of the way to the secluded Asylum. From the cabbie's reaction to his requested destination, Michael should have known something was amiss, but his mind had been elsewhere, too busy to read the fear written plainly on the man's face, just as it had been too busy to read the fine print on the contract he signed upon arrival.<br><br>The duplicitous Dr. Ignatius had welcome him with open arms and a warm heart. Michael has since discovered--far too late-- that the warmth came from the evil pulsing within. Ignatius was one of the facility's most skilled doctors, but his soul was gradually falling prey to the shadows that haunted the Asylum. Those shadows would eventually consume him, just as they would consume Michael and every other unfortunate and unholy soul within the building's cold stone walls.<br><br>Putting such fatalistic thoughts out of his head for the time being, Michael gazed at his vague reflection in the thick reinforced glass window pane in front of him. The same storm that Ignatius had watched gather earlier was fast approaching over the lake, but he paid it no heed. He had aged since coming here, in body as well as in mind. At 38, his well-muscled frame still held a slight glimmer of youth, but even it was fading fast under the oppressive gloom of the place. His blonde hair had lost it's bright sheen, and his skin hadn't felt the touch of fresh air and sunlight since he had escaped seven years ago. During that time, he had reveled in the untamed, untainted glory of mother nature. It was stolen from him when Ignatius and four black-hooded servants following him had tracked him down. The last thing he remembered was the setting sun's color fading as the clouds of twilight overtook the sky, paving the way for the coming night. A dark shape had suddenly obscured his vision, a sharp pain had pierced his neck, and then....nothing.<br><br>He remembered nothing from between the time he had felt that pain to the moment he had awoken back in those nightmare halls---days later, apparently.<br><br>A rustling noise behind him brought his mind back to the present. He turned and his blue eyes met those of a short-brown haired young woman. Slightly startled, he said nothing for a moment. She couldn't have been a day over 18, but she looked as though she had been through several lifetimes of torment. Finding his voice, he finally said to her:<br><br>"Well...good evening, mam. Would you care to join me at the window? A beautiful bunch of storm clouds are rolling in, just in time for lunch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bunn</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 19:49:31</strong>
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				Regina was sprawled out upon her cot, enjoying the feeling of unbound freedom. She rolled about for a while, her tongue lolled out of her gaping mouth and she did her best not to get tangled in her sheets. She was getting restless under the draining, florescent lighting but was reluctant to go back in her jacket. She closed her eyes but all she could see were symbols, ingrained in to her every thought. <br>"time for a walk"<br><br>When she finally took her first step out of her room an orderly was there waiting on a cheep plastic chair.<br>"Can't go anywhere without your coat, Gina." He said in a chiding voice as if talking to a little girl. She shuffled over with arms out and slipped in to the coat with years of practice. After the clink of buckling had subsided she set out down the hall without a noise. It wasn't long until she was out and a way from her starting position and in a new place all entirely but in her jumbled brain, even if she did talk she couldn't tell you where she had come from. <br><br>In front of her, framed by the gloom of rain and darkness was a harmless enough looking gentleman. She listened to what he said and looked back with blank, blinking eyes. Slowly she walked towards him, carefully closing the distance between her and him. Soon there was no space left. She took a deep breath and smoothly ran her face from right about where his navel would be to his chest, breathing in his scent. The gesture was odd but noninvasive and soon Gina took a quick step back to reestablish private space. She readjusted to stand next to him and watch out the window. She looked back at him and gave a wide grin, an agreement of sorts. Her eyes still seemed grim even though she smiled. It was as if she held a heavy piece of knowledge that pressed it's self into every moment of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:12:09</strong>
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				Michael's brow furrowed at the girl's strange reaction.<br><br>The lack of light increased, thus casting her even further into shadow. The gloom behind him matched the darkness in her eyes. He sighed. Just once, he would love to find a like-minded individual in this god-forsaken place. Instead, it seemed that only the younger, darker patients would associate with him. Perhaps they were attracted to the light in his soul. Michael had lost count of the number of times that patients here had tried to consume his untainted essence. Ravenous spirits and gaping maws of evil filled this place. He was one of the few patients here that did not have that unholiness in his mind...yet. Keeping it out was his goal in coming to this place, all those many years ago. Unfortunately, by seeking to protect himself from the grasping talons of lunacy, he had instead immersed himself in their midst.<br><br>Perhaps this one was different. Perhaps she was only quiet and depressed, not brooding and evil...Perhaps he was optimistic to a fault.<br><br>Wondering why the young woman still hadn't responded, he cocked his head to the side and asked "Is everything alright? Can you even hear me?"<br><br>Somewhere in the back of his mind, he chuckled. Of course she wasn't "alright". Why in God's name would she be here if she was "alright"?
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bunn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:34:26</strong>
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				She smiled up at him and nodded. Gina liked this one. She could almost see the good in him. Sometimes she could look at a person, especially in a place like this, and she could see the black eating at them, like a cancer, gnawing away at their insides. It was them that she lived for, she had been chosen to be the salvation for the fallen of earth's children. As she closed her eyes the symbols of salvation seemed to press themselves to her eyelids, a reminder of her duties.<br><br>Aside from that burden, she for the most part, rather enjoyed her life. She was fed here (usually), and had a couple inmates she would consider friends. She could wander about as she pleased as long as she wore her jacket. The dark corners of the place were what she really enjoyed, the unexplained crevasses the dark thought it could hide in. She liked to sneak up on it and consume it to save the world. She was an odd one though and definitely there for a good reason. <br><br>"Gina" she said simply, then looked about quickly. She didn't like to use her voice because she was afraid it called the dark. She did like this one though, so she thought he deserved at least one. As nice as he seemed she still made sure to take another look at his heart for reasurence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 17:03:27</strong>
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				Happy to hear her talk at last, he smiled a bit more and said "Ah, well it's a pleasure to meet you Gina. I am Michael."<br><br>Although she was terse with her words to a fault, Michael found himself taking a slight liking to this woman. That scared him. He had managed to keep his distance from most of his fellow patients here for years now. Only when it was absolutely necessary, or when he found a kindred spirit, did he open up enough to develop more than just a passing acquaintance with anyone. After all, he'd been here for seventeen years already. Every other patient who had been here seventeen years ago was either dead, locked away in solitary, or was just as lonely as him. You'd think that all that time together would cause bonds to grow between them; on the contrary, it only pushed them further apart. As every calendar page fell away, they fell a little farther into insanity. <br><br>Michael was unsure as to whether it was only his loneliness that made him feel a kinship with this young woman, or if she was indeed a kindred soul in this abyss.<br><br>Looking back at her, he nodded towards the tables behind her and asked "Have you had eaten today? Perhaps we could share a lunch together".
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bunn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 21:16:33</strong>
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				Gina slowly moved towards one of the tables and it was only when she knew he would follow that she sat down. It had been years since she ate a real meal, the staff had long ago come to terms with this. Hunger was something that reminded her that she was still here, still living in this world of stark white and black minds. She laid her head down on the table for a moment and let her cheek rest against the cold, smooth, artificial service. It smelled of age and disinfectants which reinforced for her their present location. She turned her head, leaving her chin on the table and looked up at Michael. "Juice box," she whispered quickly and looked about again with a dart of her eyes. She picked up her head slowly and shifted in her straitjacket, scratching an itch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:07:10</strong>
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				Michael smiled at Gina as he left to bring her a juice box. She was awfully paranoid, wasn't she? Always darting her eyes this way and that. He wondered what made her so worried about everything. <br><br>As he approached the serving line, Michael's own paranoia kicked in. He had never trusted the food staff here. They seemed to enjoy tormenting the patients more than most of the other staff members, yet they were rarely punished for it because of their status as menial workers. Their jobs just weren't important enough to bother chastising them repeatedly. If they presented too much of a problem, then they would simply be fired. He wondered if their cruelty was just the darkness of the Asylum manifesting in them. Given enough time, it tainted everyone here in it's own special way. One serving woman had actually gone so far as to put live spiders into a bowl full of salad. She knew that the bowl was going to a young man who was deathly afraid of spiders. He had acute arachnophobia, among a number of other mental hangups. When he had fallen onto the ground in fear-induced convulsions, the woman had taken a tarantula and stuffed it into his mouth. Needless to say, she was one of the workers who was fired.<br><br>Jenine, one of the younger members of the kitchen crew gave him the juice box without a hassle. He thanked her for it and thanked God for the fact that no trouble had happened this time. <br><br>Michael returned to the table and sat down across from Regina and poked the small plastic straw through the foil hole for her. There was a soft crinkling noise as the thin metal parted and the straw pushed through into the ocean of purple sugar within.. The juice was held in a plain white cardboard box with the letters "G&nbsp; &nbsp;RAPE" printed in black underneath another black picture of two cherries. He shook his head at how cheap the Asylum could be sometimes. Generic brands were one thing, but this was just ridiculous.<br><br>Handing the box to her, he noticed that the storm's speed had increased. Almost as if on cue, the lights in the social room/dining hall flickered. After a few more flickers, they grew steadily weaker before going out entirely, plunging the entire top three floors into darkness, as well parts of the lower floors. Only the dim light from the windows filtered in, sometimes augmented by a sudden flash of crisp blue lightning. The roll and clap of thunder added a foreboding sense of danger to the already darkened Asylum.<br><br>"Well, that can't be good" he muttered to Regina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:22:45</strong>
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				As soon as the lights flashed out, bathing the Asylum in complete darkness, Tila jerked away from the man holding her, scratching at his face and biting at any skin that came close enough to her open mouth. Dark.<br><br>Dark.<br><br>…<br><br><br>DARK<br><br>She leapt out of his strong arms and bolted down the hallway. How the Hell could a human leap and crawl so fast on fucking all fours?! Actually, Tila could move faster than most could run by settling on her hands and knees and hands and feet, diving and weaving and rolling. Two years with cats and you learn a lot about how they move. The naked girl sure did move.<br><br>Tila growled at the darkness and stopped in the Social Room with her almost black eyes gleaming with excitement. She loved darkness. Each time the lightning flashed, the girl’s slender, lanky body was seen diving at shadows, growling and hissing at nothing but the demons that she saw dancing across the floor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bunn</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 20:36:39</strong>
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				Gina could only laugh, a soft, melodic giggle, as the lights dimmed and went out completely. Carefully and with years of practice she leaned in and took the straw into her mouth then jammed it deeper into the box so that the bent part was secured into the hole. Now that she carry it about she took a sip and switched to sitting next to Micheal. Her new friend seemed to be afraid of the dark and she hated for him to be scared. She nestled herself against his side in a gesture of reassurance but from the perspective of an outside eye, who could ever really tell what she was up to. Behind them someone was beginning to have a fit. It started with the soft sounds of limbs smacking against tables and chairs as they began to spasm and climaxed in his panicked wails and moans. They were the sort of sounds you weren't supposed to hear from a man's lips, the type of noises that make normal people feel uneasy but you get used to them quick in a place like this. There was a type of contentness rising in Gina, the feeling one gets when they are confident in having purpose. She felt accomplishment just being there, just being surrounded by the dark and the twisted. In her broken mind she was they're savior, the bringer of forgiveness and redemption for the twisted and the broken.... thus she welcomed the dark with the glee of a child playing doctor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 20:45:57</strong>
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				*Note- Custodio decided not to pursue Tila in order to go investigate the sudden loss of power.<br><br><br>Michael looked at the girl nuzzling up next to him with a strange glint in his eye. He figured she must be afraid of the dark and was seeking comfort in him. Given the girl's enigmatic nature, it was quite hard to tell what she was actually trying to do. She seemed happy though, so maybe he was wrong about her being afraid. If she wasn't scared, then what was she doing? Was she attempting to make a move on him? That would be hard to do with a straight-jacket on. No, he told himself, she must have some ulterior motive.<br><br>With each flash of lightning, the dull white of that jacket was illuminated. Bright spots were left in his eyes from where the light had reflected off of the metal clasps that held her arms immobilized within the thick fabric. <br><br>During one such flash, he saw what appeared to be another young woman pouncing around the room. With feline grace and precision, she darted to and 'fro as though she were attacking the very shadows themselves. He shouted in surprise and fell back, knocking his chair over and himself onto the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 01:24:59</strong>
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				The girl bounded here and there, diving under an activity table as her hands cupped over a shadow. Like a cat, she leaned her face closer to the hands, her chest and head down and her naked backside up, swishing side to side.<br><br>She caught it. Caught it. Caught it. Caughtitcaughtitcaughtit. <br><br>But when she lifted her hands up slightly to gave over her prize, they were empty on the floor. Growling, the girl looking around again, lowering herself close to the floor in preparation for a pounce. Where did it go? She wondered as she gazed around. The flash of lightening showed her to the young man and he stumbled back, thus creating another shifting shadow.<br><br>Silently, the girl leapt up to pounce at him as he landed on his back, briefly straddling them and thus smearing her own blood from between her thighs on his thigh and she blinked down at him, eyes darting over his pinned frame for the demon that had attacked him.<br><br>“Rrrrowl,” she mewed out, butting her face into the underside of his chin affectionately before looking up at the girl’s juice box.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bunn</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 02:31:22</strong>
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				Regina's eyes grew wide as she felt herself plummet suddenly to the floor, being so close to Michael, of course she had fallen with him. Her arms spasmed in her jacket on the way down as her instincts tried to make her brace herself. Instead her elbows banged hard against the linoleum floor. She squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lip, holding back a moan for the pain spreading from the back of her head. She could feel a third person among them. The hot smell of a body in action lingered and Gina struggled to see through the dark. It wasn't until the next flash that she could see the female form rising above Micheal. She looked almost comical, her soft nude form paused like an action shot in the brief instant of light, small cat ears perched askew atop her tousled hair. A furrow crinkled on Gina's brow as she saw the strange girl take her juice box. "...I hardly got to drink that... " she thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 01:46:08</strong>
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				Though Michael remained relatively unscathed by his fall, the injuries that he had sustained were severe enough to nearly knock him senseless. He had cracked his head quite hard on the floor's dull surface, and he could already feel the bruises beginning to form deep beneath his skin. Within a day, his entire back would be one dark mass of mottled purple and ochre. Although nothing was seriously injured, he was still in a great deal of pain.<br><br>His vision slowly returned. As it did so, two things developed. The first was to be expected after such a fall: a throbbing red pain spread it's tendrils through his skull. The impact and resulting pain were interfering with his brain's ability to function properly, but an image gradually threaded it's way through his optic nerves. This second thing, however, was an altogether different and most definitely unexpected development.<br><br>The image resolved into a feminine feline creature that was easily the size of a full-grown woman. It bumped his chin, and this disarmed him slightly. The nudge reminded him of a cat he had kept as a boy. She had often nudged his chin the way this much larger cat just did; the same way that Dr. Ignatius' Siamese often nudged her keeper's chin as well, Michael thought.<br><br>His vision continued to clear, and he propped himself up on his elbows with a groan. The farther up he rose, the better he could see. At the next flash of lightning, he saw that the feline's ears were attached to some sort of headband. The band itself had been disturbed, which caused the cat ears to sit at an angle misaligned with the rest of her head. He smiled as he realized that the cat wasn't just the size of a full-grown woman; rather, it <strong>was </strong> a woman. The creature that had pounced on him wasn't a cat at all.<br><br>The poor thing must just think she's a cat, he thought to himself. Well, if that's the case, then he'd go along with it. He had long ago learned not to challenge another patient's delusions unless it was absolutely necessary to do so. Seeing no necessity in the current situation, he reached out a large calloused hand and scratched the top of her head in the way that he might pet an actual cat. The darkness made it difficult to tell for sure, but Michael thought the woman was completely naked. This made him enjoy having her straddle him even more. Though he could not feel it, since his mind was still out of sorts, a bulge had begun to rise in his pants where her body put pressure on him.<br><br>He enjoyed this for a moment until - like before - two things developed; this time, however, they happened simultaneously.<br><br>As it finally finished recovering from his fall, Michael's brain began processing sensory information from all five sources once again. The sound of pain-wracked moans emanating directly from his left penetrated his consciousness as the sensation of a thick warm liquid coursed down his thigh. <br><br>A sense of worry grew within him as belatedly noticed that Gina had fallen as well, and more significantly, the cat girl's exposed vagina was leaking fresh red blood. "Well, fuck me..." he muttered; not as a command, but as an expression of alarm.<br><br>Not even sure which woman he was referring to, Michael asked in a louder voice, "Hey now, are you alright??"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 17:51:56</strong>
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				Tila liked how he smelled. She could not exactly place what the scent was, but it was enjoyable as she nuzzled her face under his chin affectionately, releasing a soft purring noise. She caught something, at least and saved him from the demons that were leaping around him and the girl. She was a hero! Tila beamed at the thought before wiggling her backside a bit as if ready to pounce once again.<br><br>The lightning flashed through the large room and she wiggled harder, trying to figure out which one to pounce at. Her naked backside and wet lips ground and squirmed against the bulge in his pants, but she had no sexual intention behind the quick rolls of her slender hips. Really, he was barely seen under her save for someone she just rescued from the demons of shadows that threatened to claw at him and the girl next to him. <br><br>She did not go for the juicebox, though she was tempted.<br><br>The tusseled tresses of black fell along her eyes as she growled, but the growl caught in her throat when he sat up. Was he talking to her? She did not feel the ripped, tender skin due to the drugs that still danced through her system and the girl pounced off of him, diving back under the table with a growl.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bunn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 17:52:12</strong>
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				With skill and practice Gina rose from the ground in one fluid movement then bent back down to pick up the juice box with her teeth. When she looked at Micheal to see if he was alright the first thing she noticed was the blood. It was only then that she recognized the scent that was sticking inside her nose. The acidic tang was brining back a flood of memories, and she was deep in thought remembering the way the substance stained her clothes and coated her fingers as she saved the souls of the wicked. <br><br>As she closed her eyes she went back to the day an orderly had come into her room unwelcome. It was back at her home before this one and they had never let her be free of her bonds. This man was very wicked, for all she could see were his eyes glowing yellow, the rest of him was filled with the black, his skin crawled with it. Even under his shirt and pants, which he had left on the floor in front of her bed. He was foolish in thinking that the dark could touch her, as well as foolish for believing that her hands were still buckled to the bed. <br><br>For being so small and seemingly weak she moved very fast. It was the third time that the wicked man had done this so this time she was prepared with tranquillizers in her nightstand. She had the shots in his thigh before his third thrust, his heavy body falling upon her like dead weight. <br><br>A flash of lightning brought her back to the present, re-illuminating Micheal's face and reminding her of where she was. She shifted her hips where she stood, her panties were moist and uncomfortable now. She smiled down at Micheal reassuringly, her arm jerked for a moment before she realized she couldn't help him up. Next she turned her attention back to the cat girl, wondering what they could do for her. She looked around, aside from a few loiterers like themselves, the room was empty, even the kitchens beyond had been vacated. Somewhere in the back of Gina's mind she itched for a knife she knew would be in there, so many things that she could do... and then the lightning flashed again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum Social Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:27:38</strong>
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				Michael was amazed at just how resilient both of the girls were. The delusional woman who seemed to act in a very feline manner was bleeding from her genitals, yet she leaped and pounced with catlike grace. At the sound of his voice, she had fled under the table. Although she seemed to barely pay him any attention at all, he had enjoyed when she was purring on top of him.<br><br>Now that she had left to peer suspiciously out from under the table, he rose to gently pursue her but stopped when he noticed that the straight jacket-bound girl was thrashing beside him as she rose. Impressed that she could do so while restrained, he rose as well and began to ask her a question.<br><br>The lightning flashed and he saw the gleam of violence reflected in her crazed eyes. Backing up slightly, he moved closer to the cat, bent down, and whispered "Perhaps we should put some distance between ourselves and this woman..."
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