{Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings
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				Title: <strong>{Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 20:27:06</strong>
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				*Pardon the brevity of the post, I'm just setting it up so that Gunther and Jane Doe can start, while I supplement*<br><br>Walking down the second floor of the east wing, Dr. Ignatius marvelled at the way one of the nutters had appropriated part of the building and set up shop. A loon that treats other loons...incredulous, he shook his head.<br><br>As he walked, he further pontificated the personality of "Doctor" Trismagustus. On second thought, perhaps it made sense for this patient to help other patients. After all, who better to save a person drowning in the deep seas of insanity than someone who was swimming just as deeply in those waters? Ignatius had his moments of lunacy, and they offered him invaluable insight into the episodes of his patients. A full-time nutbag would be even better using their experiences to help others.<br><br>Dr. Ignatius noticed a trail of blood smeared against the floor. "Right...I wonder where <em>that </em> leads?" he asked himself sarcastically, knowing full well that he would find Gunther at the end of it.<br>He finally reached the end of the trail, and --lo and behold-- there stood the "doctor".<br>"Good day, Dr. Trismagustus. We have a new patient waiting in the lobby, if you'd care to join me in admitting her to our facilities." he said, a twinkle in his eye and a slight smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Asylum </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 20:34:39</strong>
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				Gunther straightened up, taking on a pose that actually looked like a responsible medical professional.&nbsp; Still bleeding a little bit, he nodded and smiled, joining Ignatius on the walk to the lobby.&nbsp; "You understand, of course, that I haven't worked at a high security facility like this before.&nbsp; I'll need you to walk me through the procedures a bit."&nbsp; Gunther's tone was disarmingly casual, and he took the lead slightly as he opened up the door to the lobby, desperately seeking a look at his next victim.&nbsp; Ignatius was okay, his aura kept shifting in color, but he really wasn't possessed, at least not enough.&nbsp; And so Trismagustus worked along with his colleague, only occasionally getting flashes of fear that he was actually a patient at the asylum, rather than a doctor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 21:08:58</strong>
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				Outwardly, Ignatius carried himself with a friendly yet somewhat reserved demeanor.<br><br>Inwardly, however, at this moment, he found himself wondering what in the nine hells was making Gunther look at him that way.<br>He had never quite adjusted to the fact that one of the patients had taken over 10% of the Asylum, and he still wasn't comfortable with it; however, he was fine with the rest of the place being under his control. His intent in bringing Dr. T along was to bridge the gap between himself and the faux-doctor. Ignatius had enough problems without adding "struggle for balance of power" to his list.<br><br>The pair entered an antique elevator. Faded ivory discs were set into a panel of wood next to the interior of the doors. The black floor numbers had been eroded by the frequent press of fingers against them over the years. Ignatius pushed the third one from the bottom, and the old machine rumbled it's way down the shaft.<br><br>The doors parted, and they emerged into the building's main entrance lobby. Like the rest of the building, it seemed more like a castle than a hospital. The dark stone walls were crafted from blocks of basalt by masons that had been dead for centuries. Both the masons who constructed the Asylum, and the architects&amp;engineers who planned it's design had died under suspicious circumstances soon after the building was complete. No one truly knew the entire layout of the Lake Heart Asylum. Hidden basements, towers, and secret passages abounded. <br><br>As often was the case, a storm could be seen gathering over the lake through the shrouded windows set into the stone. In the darkness within the lobby sat a lone girl.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Cue the glorious Requim's Pride&gt;&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 22:16:50</strong>
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				In the few months that Tila-Rose had been in the Asylum, she spoke very few words, but when she did, it was a bit frightening. She had brief moments of “sanity” and she even explained over a month’s time that she lived with her grandmother, who died a year before she was found. The woman was buried in the backyard. <br><br>Tila-Rose Tanner. <br>18 years old.<br>Her diagnosis was mild “Feral Child” and, more prominent “Clinical Lycanthropy.”<br><br>She honestly believed that she was a cat for most of the time. Sometimes, she showed she understood she was crazy and she would share a bit, but it was like two different people. Sometimes, the doctor could simply move a bit or tap his pen before she was back into the felinic persona.<br><br>Tila disliked clothes. They all learned that quickly, but she did wear them if she was permitted to cut them into shorts and she never, never let them put her in panties or bras. Thankfully, her bust was smallish and still quite firm and she had no real need for support.<br><br>The lights were off and she liked that as she settled on her side, licking at her wrist lazily, sweeping her tongue along the flesh as if cleaning it. A light noise purred forth from her throat and she seemed quite content licking herself as she curled up on her side. A meowing noise growled forth when someone entered the room and she rolled onto her back in hopes for attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 22:38:12</strong>
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				Gunther flicked on several lights as he headed into the room, illuminating the feline girl reclining on the floor.&nbsp; The instant he saw her, either some of the pills in his cocktail kicked in or her aura flickered really badly.&nbsp; Huge barrages of color and noise assaulted his senses as he watched the girl roll over onto his back, deepening his hallucination even further.&nbsp; He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, nearly tripping on an imaginary vine stuck in his path.&nbsp; <br><br>The ersatz doctor walked forward professionally, pulling a needle of mild stimulants out of his coat.&nbsp; He smiled as he walked over to the girl, his right hand held out in an offer of a handshake, his left hand clutching the needle.&nbsp; "Welcome to our Facility Ms. Tanner.&nbsp; How are you today?"&nbsp; He asked with a professional demeanor.&nbsp; Before the girl could even respond, He jabbed the needle into her stomach, forcefully and rapidly injecting the stimulant into her as he continued to smile and hold out his hand.&nbsp; In Gunther's hallucination, the girl was surrounded by cats, horrible fuzzy demonic cats which kept watching the good doctor with their red eyes.&nbsp; Even if it killed somebody, Gunther was going to get rid of those cats.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 23:29:15</strong>
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				She was good. She looked up to the doctor and smiled lazily at him. She looked content and very calm. In fact, she was warm and full from the tuna she stole from the inside of a tuna sandwich. All she needed was a good pat and a bit of sun and she would be the happiest little kitten in the Asylum.<br><br>“Mrrrowl?” she purred out before her amber eyes met his. Then the lazy smile faded from her lips. There was something strange in his eyes and she was about to roll over, not daring to take his hand. He assumed he got her too fast. She was already starting to shy away when he neared her. The needle spewed its fluid onto her clothes and the floor and she jerked back. She shrieked out, her teeth snapping at the wrist of the hand he offered. She had every hope and intention of sinking those teeth in, breaking skin.<br><br>Why was he trying to drug her?! She was being good! She was being so good today!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 03:27:23</strong>
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				Gunther's heart raced as one of those execrable cats jumped in front of the needle and took the injection, howling in pain as it staggered across the floor, its body pulsing with destructive tidal forces.&nbsp; Gunther continued offering his hand to the feral girl, not even trying to pull away from her bites as he reached towards her hand.&nbsp; "There's an awful lot of cats in here" Gunther groaned, his smile staying wide and friendly.&nbsp; The damned cats were closing ranks, swarming around the poor girl they were holding hostage.&nbsp; Gunther carefully looked around at the bolted down furniture of the room, hoping to find some way of stopping the swarm.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 06:06:41</strong>
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				Her teeth ripped into the unguarded flesh, tearing the skin to spill a bit of blood into her mouth. But he did not attack anymore. He spoke, actually and the girl released his bleeding wrist, crawling back on her hands and knees along the floor. Her fluid grace was obviously studied from cat and she stalked backwards, hissing at the doctor, spitting blood and saliva forth.<br><br>She had no idea what was happening. One minute she was lounging about and the next, he was trying to inject her.<br><br>“Good Kitty,” she whispered softly to herself, crawling backwards to move between the wall and the couch. Her dark eyes were wide with fear and surprise. She did nothing wrong. She was being good. So good. She even kept her clothes on tonight. So good… She just wanted to be stroked. The other doctor would have stroked her. He would have made her feel good.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 16:31:03</strong>
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				Gunther stepped forward, his eyes not registering the pain of the bite at all.&nbsp; He continued to smile and walk towards the frightened girl, his legs thrashing out a bit to kick the imaginary cats out of the way.&nbsp; "Don't be afraid, Ms. Tanner.&nbsp; I'm here to help you.&nbsp; Just take my hand."&nbsp; His words were sincere, even as blood continued to drip from his extended wrist.<br><br>The people he tried to help made him bleed a lot, but he was too nice of a person to care about some trifling matter like his essence.&nbsp; In his mind, strange energies and faces leaked from the steaming blood has he walked forward, his soft eyes locked on those of the feral child.&nbsp; His shoed foot made contact with the syringe, adding the sound of shattering glass to the silence of the meeting.&nbsp; The needle crunched and twisted, yet Gunther walked forward without taking the slightest notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 17:53:33</strong>
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				Tila shook her head side to side, making the dark hair dance across her face. No. She did not want to go out to him. He was going to stab her again. The slender girl did not want to be drugged today. She was doing so good. She was being so good. She was going to sprawl out by a window and listen to the storm that was coming. <br><br>Tila looked up at him, growling in her throat as if to warn him. No one was stopping him; no one even looked over to see what he was going to do to her. Tila then realized that she was cornered against a wall, between a wall and the couch.<br><br>“Being good,” she whimpered out, licking the blood coating her lips. She looked down at her hand and licked the back of it, smearing the dampness over her chin and back to her mouth, licking the blood that was rubbed from her face onto her hand’s back. Cats always groomed themselves when they got wet or dirty and for a moment, he was forgotten so she could clean herself up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 18:49:20</strong>
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				Gunther stepped closer to the girl, deciding to take a more conversational route with her.&nbsp; "Why are you here?"&nbsp; He asked carefully, pulling out a clipboard and making some notes about too many cats.&nbsp; He had the girl cornered, and he intended to do everything in his power to help her, no matter how much she screamed.&nbsp; He leaned over to the malnourished girl, bodily lifting her off of the floor and holding her in his arms, his eyes never leaving hers.&nbsp; "If you were being good, you would have taken your medicine."&nbsp; His admonishment was soft as he gently held her aloft, the blood leaking from his wrist slowly soaking its way into her shorts.&nbsp; <br><br>At least now she was out of reach of the cats, and with any luck, she could be shamed into complying with treatment.&nbsp; Anything less would be... unpleasant, to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 20:29:38</strong>
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				He was writing, she noted as she cleaned the blood from both her face and her hand. Maybe he was going to leave her alone. Well, it was good to hope. His words made her glance up again, but she did not respond with words.<br><br>"Rrrrrrrowl," she huffed out from her throat.<br><br>&nbsp;She felt the fear brush her chest when he lifted her up into his arms. The girl would struggle against him. She did not want to be held by him. Not even a little. He was doing it all wrong! Never just pick up a cat to hold it. Pet it first. Make it happy. Tila growled again, but ceased struggling as her dark eyes watched the blood stain her pale blue shorts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 20:43:31</strong>
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				Gunther held the girl tighter, scrunching up her tiny form in his arms as he carried her towards a nearby couch.&nbsp; "There's a good little kitty.&nbsp; You're really a very pretty girl you know."&nbsp; Were Gunther a man not so dedicated to his professional ethics, he would surely be tempted to take advantage of the situation, but he had to have the girl complete a course of treatment before he could even consider doing anything unchaste with the girl.<br><br>The doctor moved his hand through Rose's hair, lightly stroking her as he sat down.&nbsp; As an afterthought, he also played his fingers in between the cat ears, stroking her like a cat.&nbsp; If it set her at ease, then the rest of the treatment would be easier.&nbsp; He spoke softly to the girl as his hand finally stopped bleeding, thin trails of blood getting on her as he stroked and petted her.&nbsp; "Please tell me, how did you come to be here?"&nbsp; The cats were gathering around.&nbsp; This would indeed be the girl's last chance to start cooperating with his treatment before he had to resort to more drastic measures.&nbsp; Perhaps a light trance, or a whole lot of morphine.&nbsp; The possibilities danced before his eyes as Gunther considered the things he could do to help her just with the items inside his coat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 20:57:00</strong>
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				His hand was gentle and his heart was calm, she noted as he tightened his grasp on her small body. The compliments came forward and she relaxed in his arms, nuzzling her cheek gently into his chest. Her hair was a bit limp from skipping her shower the day before. It took a bit of work to get the girl into the showers. She was not a fan of water. <br><br>Tila-Rose’s body was light in his arms. She was five feet six inches, but her build was boyish and lanky. She was thin and was only recently starting to gain any weight from being so malnourished, spending two years eating the raw meat of birds, rodents, grass and the crab apples growing on the trees in the backyard. Still, her hipbones were slightly prominent now, but her ribs were only seen when she arched her back. Yes, she was getting much better.<br><br>His hand in her hair made a sigh part her lips and she closed her eyes, nuzzling into his hand again. When his hand scratched behind her ear, she tilted her head towards it, licking almost affectionately at his wrist. “Cage,” she replied through a purr.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 21:20:54</strong>
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				Gunther continued to pet the girl, enjoying the calming effect his actions had on her.&nbsp; He traced a finger across her body, carefully taking in the curves of her flesh.&nbsp; Yes, once she finished her treatment...&nbsp; Gunther snapped out of his reverie as the girl spoke up, carefully evaluating the statement.&nbsp; He had read her case file, and he was almost certain she hadn't been brought to the asylum in a cage.&nbsp; Those cats that surrounded her on the other hand...<br><br>"Who put you in a cage?&nbsp; And why?&nbsp; Gunther asked patiently, carefully stroking her behind the ears in the way that seemed to bring her so much pleasure.&nbsp; Once he knew the facts of the case, the false doctor could come up with a theory of what was wrong.&nbsp; Then, he could test that theory, using scientific rigor, and then life would be better for everyone.&nbsp; He wasn't a bad man, he did what he must.&nbsp; Because he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 21:33:13</strong>
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				The slender female remained in his lap and just like a cat did she ignored the previous fray on account of being stroked. She released a soft, purring moan and shifted in his lap, stretching her legs a bit on the couch. The attention felt so good. Normally, it was just a little pat, but this was a mild commitment to brushing his fingers along her skin, soothing her as well as any drug.<br><br>Tila nipped lightly at his wrist before nuzzling back into him, sighing contently before murmuring softly, “Big cage. Was sleepy. Took my friends,” she told him as her tongue flicked along her lower lip, tasting the lingering flavour of blood. It was not a cage. She saw all the cats in kennels and cages but she was put in the ambulance, drugged to keep from ripping into anyone else.<br><br>A hand lifted to idly glide her fingers down his arm, batting lightly, harmlessly at him as he continued to pet her. When she opened her mouth to speak again, her words were laced with the growl of her purr. “Feels good…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 21:57:26</strong>
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				Gunther smiled as the girl calmed down, continuing to stroke her as his fingers traced along her stomach where he had wanted to inject her.&nbsp; He gave the cat ears a light squeeze, enjoying how easy this girl was to manage.&nbsp; With any luck, those cats would be gone before three days had passed.&nbsp; "How did you meet your friends?"&nbsp; Gunther asked, slowly formulating a plan of treatment.&nbsp; He never really understood the patients who didn't respond to drugs, but nobody ever failed to respond to shock therapy.&nbsp; The girl also seemed trivially easy to hypnotize, but he decided to save that particular treatment until he really understood how the girl's subconscious worked.<br><br>Clearly, she'd been through some trauma.&nbsp; But nothing erased the scars of old trauma like new, bigger scars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:12:07</strong>
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				“They shared Nana when she died,” she told him lazily. She was easy to manage at times, but she also snapped other times. She was not petted enough to reach the point where she no longer wanted to be touched. The slender figure sprawled out across his lap, biting on her lower lip at the attention to her stomach. It was a lazy afternoon and she felt good now that someone was petting her without trying to harm her. Well, her well-being was not exactly in his best interest—from anyone else’s point of view, at least—but she had no idea of what was going through his mind.<br><br>“Catch birds for me. They’re nice.” Her dark eyes were closed and she nuzzled her nose into his stomach, savouring the attention even if she really did not care much for the conversation. <br><br>Tila-Rose was crazy, that much was obvious, but she was not an overly dangerous nutter unless someone spooked her and got too close with the said spookiness.&nbsp; She also snapped if someone tried to remove her ears or tail. It was not a pretty sight when the slender female actually snapped. She would claw—but her nails were well trimmed currently—hiss and bite at anything that she could reach.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:24:41</strong>
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				Gunther's hands moved lower as he began to rub the girl's back, noticing that the cats were starting to disappear.&nbsp; Which meant that the medication he had taken was either starting or stopping working.&nbsp; He remembered well the cautions he had been given about the girl's ears and tail, and intended to have a great deal of fun with them once he had secured her cooperation.&nbsp; Or, failing that, successfully imprisoned her.<br><br>"You're going to be living with me for a while" Gunther stated, wrapping his arm around the girl.&nbsp; "If you're good, I'll make sure and give you plenty of tuna and toys to play with.&nbsp; I'm going to be trying to help you, and I'll have to do things that will make you uncomfortable.&nbsp; As long as you stay calm afterwards, I'll make sure you get your treats."&nbsp; Gunther smiled quite sincerely, then illustrated his point by sticking his hand under the elastic waistband of the girl's shorts, his fingertips brushing against her maidenhead as his thumb toyed lightly with the clasp that held her tail on, moving it just enough to show the girl that he could remove it if he wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:42:30</strong>
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				Tila toyed with the idea of toys and tuna. Tuna did taste so much better than the birds she ate when the cats brought her them. And toys? Well, that was very tempting. The slender girl sighed contently, only partly hearing the rest of his words while his hand continued to explore her stomach. <br><br>She felt his hand venture lower, under the elastic band of her shorts, but said nothing, even as his fingers brushed along the soft hair that had grown back, but was oddly trimmed and tended, shaved everywhere but the soft patch. Sometimes, she came off as sane enough to do things. She was not on suicide watch, so she was given a hand with shaving. It was also recommended to keep the body hair as minimal as possible in fear of any more parasites hiding there.<br><br>When he touched the clasp of her tail she tensed, growling low in her throat. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:52:19</strong>
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				Gunther slowly pulled his hand out of the girl's shorts and smiled, pulling his hands away from her as he stood up.&nbsp; He again offered his hand.&nbsp; "I'd like you to come with me please, Ms. Tanner."&nbsp; His tone was polite, but the intensity of his eyes clearly showed he was not making a request.&nbsp; He mentally sketched out the route to his own little corner of the asylum, carefully planning a twisting route to confuse the cats if they tried to follow him.&nbsp; With any luck, he wouldn't even need to restrain this one once he got her into the examination chair.<br><br>He admitted to himself that touching her did feel good, but carefully reminded himself that he would go no further unless it was necessary for her treatment.&nbsp; He giggled a little bit as his eyes roved over her body, watching as the tail moved and swayed of its own accord in his mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 01:53:17</strong>
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				Tila never had attention below her shorts. She moved in with her grandmother when she was eleven years old after her mother’s car accident. Her father was never in the picture. The male gender was never a large part of her life. At 15, her grandmother died and finally, two years later, she was in the asylum. Why was there no school involved to help her? She was home-schooled by her aunt, who moved to Los Angeles in order to run away from everything. She never called. Tila took care of herself and the cats, if one could call it that.<br><br>When Gunther stood up, she rolled onto the floor, gracefully falling onto her hands and knees on the floor. Though he offered his hand, she did not take it.&nbsp; A tongue flicked out in order to snake over her lower lip. Tila walked on her feet every so often, but often, since she was just lazing about, tended to settle on her hands and knees.<br><br>“Rrr…” She mumbled softly…Or did she growl it out?<br><br>Although Tila did not take his hand, her dark eyes watched him as if waiting for him to lead her away. She wondered if she had therapy this afternoon and a rumble of thunder made her look away from him, distracted by the noise. There was an overwhelming desire to leap to the window and watch the coming rain splatter the sill. Eyes were slightly wide, listening for more thunder or to maybe catch a flash of lighning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 02:32:29</strong>
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				Gunther shook his head as the girl walked along with him on hands and knees, listening carefully to the sound of the rain.&nbsp; "Crawl about like that if you want, but don't be surprised if I put you on a leash."&nbsp; He jeered, leading her by the most inefficient route possible to his lair in the east wing.&nbsp; The east wing was very dark, most of the lights having been smashed to pieces.&nbsp; The nurses swept the corridors as best they could, but broken glass still lurked at the edges of the floor, sitting like barbed wire to scourge the unwary.<br><br>He opened the door to his office, a room characterized by intractable bloodstains on the floor and a single bright light from a lamp in the ceiling.&nbsp; Most of the room was concealed by black curtains, their smell and texture betraying bloodstains hidden by their color.&nbsp; In the visible portion of the room sat two chairs, a straight backed chair that seemed to have come out of some family dining room, and a chair that had once been a leather recliner.&nbsp; Holes had been torn into the recliner, and from these holes emerged leather restraints bolted to the superstructure of the thoroughly bloodstained chair.&nbsp; The floors of the room were an alarmingly clean checkerboard linoleum, standing in stark contrast to the bloodstained chair with straps for wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, two straps for the chest, and an ominous black pouch hanging over the top of the chair and down the back with an articulated metal piece sticking out.<br><br>Gunther disappeared behind the curtain and returned with a can of Tuna.&nbsp; "I would like to start your therapy now, if you don't mind.&nbsp; If you like, you may take your clothes off, if it would make you more comfortable."&nbsp; Gunther considered offering to let her strip in a lustful tone, but he suspected that might trigger a postraumatic flashback, which would be bad if she wasn't restrained.&nbsp; He then wondered whether the girl would understand him even if he did leer at her, considering how little she had responded to having a hand put down her pants.&nbsp; He checked Dr. Ignatius' notes.&nbsp; The girl wasn't medicated today.&nbsp; That might have to change, of course, if she really had something wrong with her.&nbsp; A wicked smile painted itself on Gunther's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 02:53:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the fact that Tila-Rose was crawling on hands and knees, she moved with a stalking grace. After all, spending two years only with cats did a number on how her body moved. She could climb a tree horrifically fast. Why didn’t she take her medication today? Well, no one came to offer the soft chunks of tuna that they hid them within. Why? All Tila knew was that the tasty treats did not come around after breakfast. It had been mildly disappointing: she waited by the couch for the tuna, but it never came.<br><br>Her eyes danced along the broken glass along the sides of the floor, but she had no real effort to avoid it. The main part of the floor was swept well enough to keep her hands, knees, shins and the tops of her feet safe from shattered and powdered glass. <br><br>When they arrived to his office, she sat in the doorway, still on her knees with her backside against her heels and hands resting at her knees. It was a very submissive way to sit by human standards and the girl watched him, lulling her head lightly to the side. Therapy. Wasn’t she supposed to have therapy with the other doctor? Her gaze was mildly confused, but she soon was distracted by the tuna.<br><br>Tila lifted the cotton shirt over her head. No matter his tone, she would have not known any difference. He could have touched himself while he told her she could strip and she would have not known the difference. Her breasts were small, but perky topped with tan areola and she had no distinguishing marks on her naked torso; no scars or birthmarks riddled her.<br><br>The tail was attached to a thin belt around her waist so when she removed the shorts the tail was untouched. She nuzzling her chin against her naked shoulder and released a soft “Mrowl” noise.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 03:22:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther walked up to the girl and took her by the wrist, pulling her up and guiding her to the recliner.&nbsp; "Now, if you'd like to be rewarded with the Tuna, you'll have to obey my instructions and be a good little girl.&nbsp; Do you understand?&nbsp; I want you to sit down in this chair and answer some questions for me."&nbsp; He waited for the naked girl to comply, unable to conceal his growing arousal.<br><br>"My first question is: what is your name?"&nbsp; Gunther asked a few moments later, holding the can of tuna patiently.&nbsp; He was a patient man, intent on teaching that patience to his "patient."&nbsp; He slowly transferred the tuna can from one hand to the other, to see if the girl's eyes followed it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 03:33:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She fluidly let him draw her to her bare feet, moving as if boneless to standing. He gave her a bit of instruction and she settled in the chair, curling her legs under her naked backside.<br><br>Those dark eyes watched the can move side to side as he moved it from hand to hand in front of her, teasing her with the promise of such a tasty treat. He wanted to know her name? But he knew it. Her cheek rubbed to the leather headrest, enjoying the sensation of the once-skin against her soft face.<br><br>“…Mrow?” She asked softly before licking at her lower lip.<br><br>“Tila-Rose,” the girl finally responded, not looking away from the can that he so casually shifted in front of her eager gaze. She was a little hungry by this point. She spent awhile after lunch in her room, chasing nothing around, under and over her bed and thus the bit of tuna she had was already not as filling anymore.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 03:46:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther smiled as he walked around the chair, tossing the tuna can into the air as he walked.&nbsp; "How old are you, Miss Tila-Rose, and what are you doing here?"&nbsp; He asked clearly, like a schoolteacher giving a quiz.&nbsp; The longer she hesitated in her answers, the more he moved to remove the tuna from view, clearly implying that the delicious snack was a reward for good behavior.&nbsp; The doctor stepped closer to the chair, running his hand down the girl's hair once again, his knuckles pressing softly against her cheek as his fingers traced the curve of her lip, wondering again whether she'd find any of this strange.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 03:53:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She should have been uncomfortable, but the room was pretty uneventful. Nothing really caught her eye or distracted her, so she looked at him or down at herself. She blinked at his question and she shook her head lightly. She could not remember her age. She had celebrated her fifteenth birthday before Nana died but she lost track of time. The doctors told her she was living there, alone, for a little over two years but she did not seem to understand time anymore. She understood breakfast, snack, lunch, dinner and bedtime, but months and years seemed to evade her. Why did he ask such a hard question. <br><br>“…I ate ‘n’ buried Nana… Took care of my friends,” she replied to his question of why she was in the asylum. The girl looked confused, but the confusion instantly faded as his hand went over her hair and to her lips. Affectionately, she would slide hr tongue out to gently lick his fingertips, keeping her dark eyes on the can of tuna. It was attention and petting so she saw nothing strange about it. He was petting her more than the other doctor. She liked him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther's hands traced down the girl's neck and across her shoulder before giving her a smile.&nbsp; He went ahead and handed her the can of tuna.&nbsp; It was sealed, of course, and she wouldn't be able to do anything with it until he took a can opener to it, but it would give her something to occupy her hands with.&nbsp; Gunther backed up and sat down patiently in the high backed chair, crossing his legs as he looked out at Tila-Rose.&nbsp; "Why did you bury your Nana after you ate her?&nbsp; And why did you eat her in the first place?&nbsp; Was there nothing to eat in the house?"&nbsp; The questions were very gentle, and seemed to humour her a bit, as the lunatic's eyes drank in the curves of her body.&nbsp; Putting her on a leash seemed like a very sensible treatment option indeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:38:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She took the can and her oddly white teeth—taken care of by eating the apples—worried at the metal as she bit at it, trying to open it with her teeth. Obviously, she could not do anything of the sort but that did not keep her from trying. The label was very quickly torn by her searching teeth and saliva and she finally looked back up at him. It was a good question, really.<br><br>Tila licked at the can again, swallowing bits of the paper label before cocking her head lightly. “…My friends were sharing,” she replied to the question. “Then it got smelly… Had to get her out… She was making my tummy hurt,” eating rotten meat would do that, now wouldn’t it?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:46:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther sat and watched the girl play with the tin can, leaning forward slowly as he prepared to ask his next question.&nbsp; "You like to be petted a great deal."&nbsp; He said, as he again began stroking her and running his hands down her body.&nbsp; This time, however, he did not stop at her neck.&nbsp; "Has anyone ever petted you in a way that made you uncomfortable?&nbsp; Touched you in in places that are supposed to be private..."&nbsp; His hands reached down and rubbed against her breasts, tweaking and playing with the nipples slightly as his hands cupped the breasts.&nbsp; "Like here."&nbsp; His hands trailed down her body, his fingers raking against her navel as he began brushing up her inner thighs, reaching slowly in between her legs as he massaged her labia.&nbsp; "Or here."&nbsp; he said, pushing his fingers a bit further into her most private of places before he withdrew to let her answer the question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:56:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The young woman nodded to his comment. She did adore being petted. It was better than laying in the sun, actually and it was so new and exciting. Their hands knew how to pet. It was something almost anyone could do but Gunther’s hand seemed a lot less tense while stroking her. She laid back, her long legs uncoiling from under her to stretch out on the recliner, purring at the petting. The strange attention to her nipples sent a strange, warm sensation down her spine and between her parted thighs. <br><br>“Some… pet too hard,” she mused aloud, licking at her lower lip again. Her nipples stiffened under his attention. No one had ever lingered there. Other patients sometimes stroked her, but never sexually. Tila did not really understand sex. Though she was fifteen before the death of her grandmother, she never went out and had no friends, no computer, no cable. She just helped her grandmother clean up and take care of the cats. Her aunt had talked a bit about being a woman, but Tila could not remember much of anything there.<br><br>A pet was a pet, after all, right?<br><br>His raking fingers cause the girl to arch her back, a soft, moaning purr crawling from her throat but that warm, strange sensation returned when his fingers rubbed at the smooth outer lips. When he drew away, she was looking at him, still holding the can near her closed mouth.<br><br>“No. Never touched there,” she replied.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 17:11:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther stroked his chin a bit and wrote some notes on his clipboard, leaning back down towards the girl.&nbsp; "I think you've earned your tuna."&nbsp; he announced, as he gently took the can from the girl's hands.&nbsp; He quickly vanished behind the curtain and opened up the can of tuna, mixing in a couple of crushed up high end painkiller pills when he was done.&nbsp; The pills would make the girl feel really good, and more importantly, they were highly addictive.&nbsp; He returned with the can of tuna, handing it to his patient.&nbsp; "Would you like anything to drink with that?"&nbsp; He asked, giving the girl a slight break before he really got started with the therapy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 17:31:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally! Her eyes looked sad when he took the can from her, but the girl waited patiently when the “doctor” disappeared. Her attention was distracted by lazily gazing around the eerie room. Nothing really moved and it smelled very vaguely of something familiar, but she could not place it. Not that she tried very hard.<br><br>When the can was placed back in her hands, she did not hesitate to lick at the water—or oil, whichever it was—that soaked the tuna in the undrained can. It was tasty and she had no idea of the crushed pills within it. She did not use her fingers, but her tongue to scoop the fish into her mouth.<br><br>The question made the naked girl look up, but she did not reply, too intent on her treat.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 17:42:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther sat down in the straight backed chair as he watched the girl hungrily devour the tuna, figuring she'd be a bit more inclined to answer questions in a better mood.&nbsp; "So..."&nbsp; He asked, picking up their conversation from before.&nbsp; "Did you ever see your friends touching each other in strange ways?&nbsp; Have you ever touched yourself in a way that felt strange?"&nbsp; The questions were simple and direct.&nbsp; Clearly, this innocent little girl needed a great deal of education.&nbsp; But Gunther was ready to provide it, at least until her aura changed and indicated she needed to be helped in a more direct fashion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 18:04:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, how yummy. She flinched slightly as she slid her tongue too hard against the inner rim of the can and blood instantly flooded from her tongue to drip into the can. The girl blinked and closed her mouth as if trying to understand what had happened. It did not hurt really at all. Actually, she found it pretty botherless so she just sucked on her tongue for a minute, swallowing her own blood while trying to make it clot.<br><br>“They mate,” she replied, figuring he meant her feline friends.<br><br>Tila looked at him, licking slowing along her upper lip before offering a confused look. She did not exactly understand due to the lack of human friends, contact and media to teach her what most of the youth of America knew.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 18:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther stood up and walked closer to the girl, deciding not to pay any attention to her cut tongue, considering that it wouldn't alarm her any, at least not for several hours.&nbsp; He picked up the empty though slightly bloody can of tuna, and pushed it behind the curtain, pulling out a handkerchief to dry the girl's lip.&nbsp; "I'll give you tuna every day as long as you cooperate with treatment, and keep coming back.&nbsp; How does that sound?"&nbsp; He smiled and continued to look the girl over, feeling a growing temptation to strap her into the restraints of the chair and fuck her senseless.<br><br>"Have you ever thought about mating yourself?"&nbsp; He asked, trying to find some angle on the girl's complete virginity.&nbsp; Getting her to wear clothes wouldn't be all that hard.&nbsp; All he had to do was make her associate very unpleasant experiences with being naked.&nbsp; Keeping her trust while doing so, however, would be tricky.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 18:30:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl chewed on a last chunk of tuna as he took away the saliva, oil and blood brushed can. Tuna and cheese were the best things in the world to the small female. “…Cheese too?” She boldly bargained with him, tilting her head down to eye him through the waves of dark hair. Mm. Cheese would be great. That would be so yummy to go along with the metallic copper flavour of blood and the tuna.<br><br>The question made her squint, a bit too strange to understand. What did he mean? Mate herself? Did he mean did she ever want to mate? Well, she had no desire for pregnancy. It looked so messy.<br><br>Still not sure how to answer, Tila shook her head very slowly side to side.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 18:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther smiled as he watched the girl shake her head.&nbsp; "I didn't think to bring any cheese for you today.&nbsp; I'll have it for you tomorrow, or if you like I can go down and get some for you.&nbsp; If I do that I'll have to bind your hands so you don't run away or go snooping in my office though."&nbsp; He offered, finding himself a bit flushed at the mental image of having this innocent little creature completely at his mercy.&nbsp; The girl's aura was starting to shift, and he was hearing clawing sounds outside the door.&nbsp; The cats were trying to get in, but he wasn't about to let them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 19:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>“No… Not hungry anymore.” She admitted honestly. The full can of tuna was more than enough for her small stomach. Tila purred lightly to herself, sprawling out on the recliner with a content sigh. Her arms draped over her head and her legs stretched out in order to lengthen the long line of her lanky body.<br><br>It was impossible to know what was going through his mind and Tila honestly did not care. She was comfortable on the hole-riddled leather recliner and her back arched off the surface, showing off the lines of her ribs and her hips rolled down to wiggle a bit, relaxing completely on the surface.<br><br>A purring moan crawled from her lips and she nuzzled her cheek into her shoulder again, feeling quite pleased with the therapy session.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 20:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther stepped a bit closer.&nbsp; The girl's guard was as down as it would ever be, so now he could "help" a bit more easily.&nbsp; "Where did you get those ears and tail?"&nbsp; He asked casually, wondering if the girl was just going to nod off from the effects of the narcotics.<br><br>His hand again returned to her body, petting her lightly along her side as he waited for the relaxed girl to respond, his hands soon moving down her leg and curling around her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 20:17:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tila’s dark eyes opened and she blinked at his question, musing. She felt so nice. She did not want to talk anymore, but she let her lips part so she could reply to the man that stood over her. The girl released a soft, “Rrr” noise to his hand gliding down her slide and hip across her thigh.<br><br>“They’re mine,” she told him, licking at her lower lip.&nbsp; The comfort from the tuna and unknown pills was so terribly nice. She was full and warm and he was touching her. What more could she want except for a bit of a warm patch of sun? <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 20:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther could feel his patience slowly beginning to slip.&nbsp; He smiled at the girl, looking carefully in her eyes.&nbsp; "Would you like to sleep now?"&nbsp; He asked gently, moving his hands through her pubic hair as he stroked her between the legs, his body moving closer to her as he did so.&nbsp; The girl was small and fragile, yet her innocence filled him with a strange lust.&nbsp; She needed to learn how to live among people, and part of that was trust.&nbsp; Or the lack thereof.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 21:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slept a lot. Even if she did not fall asleep, she often just lazed about and got up to play every so often and of course eat. The question made the lounging female shake her head. “No,” she told him after a moment of thinking. <br><br>The touch between her thighs lingered more than the previous ones and the girl wiggled a bit under his touch. Her thighs remained open. The sensation of his hand brushing her was quite different than when hands explored the rest of her body. Tila sighed lightly, contently and watched him, writhing a bit on the recliner.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 22:32:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther pulled his hands away from Tila's body, stepping to the far side of the room and turning his back.&nbsp; "What do you want?"&nbsp; He asked, knowing that at this point he was only reaching out for something to hold on to so he wouldn't go completely berserk on the girl.&nbsp; Even the black curtains and the diffuse light of the lamp were failing to calm him.&nbsp; In a few moments, he'd be utterly mad.&nbsp; He had plenty of pills beyond the curtain of course, perhaps he could even get Tila to help put him in a straight jacket.&nbsp; <br><br>The very thought insulted his pride as he expended every ounce of his will to keep his breathing regular, to give off the outward appearance of sanity.&nbsp; They said the girl became violent when her ears or tail were removed.&nbsp; It was something he had to see.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 23:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulled his hand away, Tila cocked her head to the side as confusion brushed her features again. Why did his eyes look so angry? The girl slowly pushed herself up to sit up, then leaned forward in order to gracefully crawl down the footrest and onto the hard floor.<br><br>Her dark gaze never left his face as she moved onto her hands and knees. It was both pleasant and regretted that she left the comfortable chair, but she was deathly curious as to why he appeared so tense. What had she done so wrong? She was being quite obedient. So what was wrong? The girl knelt there before slowly crawling closer to the mad doctor, cocking her head before nuzzling lightly into his thigh with a soft, “Mrrrr…” That parted her lips. She was trying to cheer him up and lighten his mood.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 23:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther smiled as the girl's head caressed his thigh, and his fingers trailed across her hair.&nbsp; "Perhaps there is something you can do for me."&nbsp; He said, his hands unbuttoning his pants as he pulled out his throbbing erection.&nbsp; His pants sank to his knees as the cock rested against Tila's cheek, and Gunther groaned as he shifted his position a bit to run the length along her face until the head rested just in front of her lips.&nbsp; "Please take this into your mouth.&nbsp; Keep it away from your teeth, and run your tongue over it like you were cleaning it."&nbsp; He ordered, carefully placing his hands on her naked shoulders as he guided his cock between her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Sex was usually enough to calm him down when his madness threatened to overwhelm him.&nbsp; Usually.&nbsp; He shivered as he remembered the times that it hadn't calmed him down, and hoped for her sake that the girl was a good cocksucker.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 23:27:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tila intently wanted to please him. He was being so nice to her, offering her tuna and stroking her far more than anyone else had; how could he be angry at her? She just wanted him to return back to the attention and soft words. She was not sleepy. Should she have been sleepy? What did he want from her? She knew that she wanted to be a good kitty and nuzzle him in gratitude for the tuna and attention he offered, but what was going through his mind to make him so annoyed?<br><br>In the position on her hands and knees, the under-arch of her back was obvious, gliding up to meet the curve of her small, naked backside. Her eyes watched him work the buttons of his pants and part of her vaguely knew what was going to reveal itself from the trousers. Part of her knew why warmth spilled between her thighs, but the far, far more dominant part of her mind pushed it away.<br><br>She closed her eyes with a soft purr, parting her lips as he glided the swollen head along her cheeks, letting her brush her cheeks across the warmth. It did not take her long to part her lips when he pressed against them and her tongue slipped out, snaking around the darker-coloured head. Her tongue’s flat rubbed to the groove on the underside where the head met the rigid shaft.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 23:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther sighed as he pushed his member into Tila's mouth, feeling his anger and madness melt away in the heat of the pleasure caused by her mouth.&nbsp; He slowly pushed himself further in, his hands tracing down the girl's front to toy with her breasts.&nbsp; "See how far you can take it in."&nbsp; He requested, his left hand coming up her back to help guide her.&nbsp; <br><br>Shocks of pleasure shot through the madman, yet he was beginning to realize that the girl's ability to calm him was by no means a sure thing.&nbsp; One of the infernal cats walked out from behind the chair, slowly making its way towards him.&nbsp; A terrifyingly loud crack of thunder sounded from just outside, shaking panes of glass throughout the asylum.&nbsp; In a horrified instant, he realized he may just lose every scrap of sense he had if the girl got scared and bit down on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 23:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dark-haired patient purred in her throat as he reached down to touch her breasts, teasing along the stiff nipples. His words reached her ears and she looked up at him, finding that she enjoyed when he sighed for her. He liked it a little, she told herself, silently beaming like a faithful pet.<br><br>Then his hand slid up her back to urge her forward, taking more of his cock past her moistened lips. It was interesting and when he looked away from her and what she was doing, she pushed forward, also motivated by the crack of thunder. The head forced against her throat a bit more than she anticipated and she gagged against him.&nbsp; Her throat tightened, massaging the intruder but she did not jerk away at first. <br><br>Saliva coated his shaft as she pulled back in order to swallow, relaxing her tensed throat.<br><br>“Bad..?” She asked in a small voice, watching how his eyes had changed from relaxing, to being quite afraid. Another crack of thunder made her look away from him for a moment before drawing her tongue up the underside of his shaft, licking away her own saliva.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther moaned as she took his cock into her mouth, definitely well on his way to cumming.&nbsp; He looked into his eyes as she asked him how she was doing.&nbsp; "Just get your mouth back around my cock.&nbsp; You're doing really good, but keep going.&nbsp; Keep going!"&nbsp; He almost whimpered as he pushed forward into her, his hands playing across her body desperately.&nbsp; <br><br>He was shaking now.&nbsp; Even the slightest bit of hesitation might just send him over the edge one way or another.&nbsp; His fingers lightly pinched the girl's nipples as he reached down between her legs, his fingers finding their way into her warm and wet opening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The doctor seemed a bit frantic when she pulled away and she instantly obeyed, though she found herself a bit worried about it. Maybe it was like petting the perfect spot, she mused before taking his cock back past her lips. It was awkward when he folded himself over her while she settled on her knees, leaning so his hands could explore her breasts, then push fingers, quite unexpected, into the tight, untouched depths.<br><br>It was a very, very strange feeling and she whimpered in reply, squirming a bit against his hand as she tried to focus on pushing him back past her lips, urging him back against her throat. Last time she did that, he moaned for her. Her tongue rubbed along the underside and the movement of the appendage enabled her to welcome more of his cock against her throat.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor moaned with pleasure, his eyes becoming misty as she deep throated him.&nbsp; His fingers pushed their way deeper into her, rooting around and trying to discover her sweet spot.&nbsp; With a grunt, he pulled back and let loose a burst of cum in the girl's mouth, groaning with pleasure as an orgasm washed over him.&nbsp; He didn't even worry all that much that he hadn't given the girl any instructions, simply increasing his dedication to fingering her.<br><br>He felt something soft and furry pressing against the back of his legs, but in his haze of pleasure it didn't matter.&nbsp; That cat could go and have its own way for all he cared at the moment, the fabric of his coat rubbing up against the girl's breasts as he worked with his fingers to bring her pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tila found herself quite happy that she could please the doctor. Her hair fell along her cheeks, caressing her naked shoulders and his coat as they leaned together. She wanted, every so often, to pull away when he moaned or jerked a bit against her, trying to decide if he was enjoying himself, or if it did not feel good. She figured the wisest bet would be to just keep going as he had previously urged her to do.<br><br>His hand was not gentle as he forced his fingers into her, searching and pawing frantically against and in her. It felt strange, but the drugs he had crushed into her tuna also kept her from feeling the pain that he surely would have caused the depths that squeezed his fingers with a vice-like grip, tensing and gripping as her muscles spasmed lightly, almost trying to push him out.<br><br>The thick fluid splattered to the back of her throat, brushing the back of her tongue as it spilled down her throat. The taste was strange and very different than anything she tasted. A noise reverberated around his throbbing cock in response to his desperate fingering, but she continued to suck softly, licking the shaft after swallowing everything he offered.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther moaned a bit more as he pulled his cock out of Tila's mouth, falling onto his knees next to her.&nbsp; His fingers continued to try and bring the girl pleasure, yet as a small amount of blood leaked out, he realized that he had mostly only succeeded in tearing the girl's hymen.&nbsp; Redoubling his efforts, he pushed his way into the girl's tight cavity, searching for something to rub his fingers against.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good girl, good girl.&nbsp; You've been really good, really good."&nbsp; He repeated, somewhat dazed by the exertion of cumming inside her mouth.&nbsp; There was a deep fatigue in his eyes as he smiled at Tila, his free hand coming up to brush along her hair and neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pills that numbed the pain of the skin ripping, oozing blood onto his hand also numbed a bit of the pleasure. Or perhaps the sensations were just so queer and new that she was unsure how it was supposed to feel. Her eyes looked up at him, searching him as he drew his cock from her lips, angling his hips away from her eager mouth. How disappointing. Why did he pull away if he enjoyed it so much?<br><br>Her head tilted against his hand and she sighed lightly, squirming against his hand as she continued to try to push away the discomfort of being touched quite roughly for the first time between her thighs. Her teeth would bite into the wounded wrist, an affectionate nip in her mind.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From down the hall, two sets of footsteps could be heard, as well as the clattering of four plastic wheels--one of which was broken and grated against the stone floor. The footsteps were those of Custodio the Latino janitor and a blonde, grey-eyed young man who appeared quite out of sorts. Custodio was pushing a mop in his bucket with one calloused tan hand. With his other, he attempted to guide the lost patient. <br><br>The janitor had been cleaning up the trail of blood from Dr. T's earlier work when this young man stumbled down the corridor. Knowing full well that no one should have been out in the 2nd floor halls at midday except doctors, he gently encouraged him to follow. <br><br>Now, they reached Dr. T's door. Custodio realized that he could be interrupting the treatment of a patient, but it couldn't be helped. No one was allowed to roam these halls so freely (although too often lately, Custodio was the only one who enforced this policy). Besides, the doctor wasn't really a doctor at all. He was just another nutbag with delusions of grandeur. If Custodio was indeed interrupting, it may be for the best. He had intervened on the behalf of patients before; in fact, he had nursed quite of few of the patients on Dr. T's caseload back to health numerous times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor pulled his bloody hand out of Tila's body, and offered it to her to lick. &nbsp;He didn't even seem to notice the girl's tiny nip, as he pulled his pants back up and zipped them, wrapping his free hand around the girl. &nbsp;He leaned against her, his head resting on her shoulder as reveled in the peace of mind he felt. &nbsp;<br><br>Finally, the doctor gave the girl a light kiss on the cheek, speaking softly to her afterwards. &nbsp;"You please me very much. &nbsp;Is there anything you'd like?" &nbsp;He asked, watching the girl bleed between her legs and smiling at the sight. &nbsp;As the janitor knocked on the door, a bit of anger returned to Gunther's face as he stood up and walked towards the door, opening it up to see what it was this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:39:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Gunther opened the door, Custodio could barely see the bleeding form of a young..cat...woman?...inside of his office. His ming racing, the janitor quickly made up an excuse to remove the woman from his care.<br>In broken, thickly accented english mixed with spanish, Custodio said "Hola, Señor Trismagustus. Lo siento, pero I am for to be having of the much new patient. Tambien, el doctor Ignatius asks for the young lady-woman. I can should be taking her, if you no mind?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft moan parted her lips when he drew his fingers out of her. The girl trailed her tongue along his fingers, sucking away the blood and fluids created by her body. The taste was strange, a bit more bitter than his, but it was by no means unpleasant. She nuzzled into him as he drew his arm around her and purred for him, beaming. She did good and that was all that mattered in therapy, right? Right. Tila did not respond to his question as the knock distracted her.<br><br>While he went to answer, she just knelt there with her eyes following the movements. Tomorrow she would get tuna and cheese and pettings? The other doctor never went that far. She also had no idea how sore she would be from his desperate abuse to her while trying to give her numbed body pleasure.<br><br>“Rrrr…” She growled out, sprawling out on the floor as her fingers slid between her thighs, smearing the blood and arousal fluid along the lips and her fingers.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther took the girl by the wrist and pulled her to her feet, his hand running down her back as he did so.&nbsp; "Well, you heard the man.&nbsp; Go and see the other doctor.&nbsp; Try and see if you can do it walking on too feet instead of on your hands and knees."&nbsp; Gunther's tone was polite but firm as he urged his patient on, almost seeming to accomplish something.&nbsp; <br><br>"Bring the next patient in."&nbsp; He told the janitor, his arms crossed as he waited to get to the next part of his work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Custodio, the walking cliche, ushered Thomas into the room. He felt bad for leaving the new patient there all alone with the doctor-imposter, but a man could take care of himself. This bloody, broken mess of a woman on the ground, on the other hand, could not.<br><br>Eyeing the bloody Tali, he asked "Do you wanting me to come in and take her?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 02:16:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas held the eyes of a monk, he looked...&nbsp; Small and humble, nodding to himself for a moment he looks at this doctor and to the bloody girl, glancing down at the pants of the doctor, he was thoughtful, "You should take care, someone might see that."&nbsp; The young man's voice is calm and soft as he gestures to the blood on the doctors fly.<br><br>Folding his arms contentedly behind his back, Thomas simply looked at the doctor.&nbsp; He slightly nodded to himself, the voice in his head speaking softly as if just behind his right ear...&nbsp; 'He is unkind my son, show kindness and it shall come back upon you three fold.&nbsp; Your faith is always rewarded, is it not?'<br><br>A strange contented smile took on Thomas's face.&nbsp; Extended a hand he says, "I am Thomas."&nbsp; Seemingly having no idea that he isn't on equal standing with the man.&nbsp; He ignores the young girl, bleeding and abused nearby.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 02:26:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther walked a bit closer to his new patient, seemingly perturbed not at all by the bleeding nude girl right next to him.&nbsp; He crossed his arms after beckoning the man to sit down, walking over to the side of the man as he took a look in his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, why are you here?"&nbsp; Gunther asked, with nearly exactly the same intonation he had used to ask Tila the same question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 02:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Noticing that the pair of men seemed to be ignoring him now, Custodio edged his way into the room. They didn't appear to be paying any attention to the wounded young girl either. Seeing his opportunity, he made his way over to where she curled. <br><br>He knelt and whispered into her ear, "Don't let the dumb immigrant act fool you. I'm here to bring you to safety."<br><br>With a slightly guilty conscience, he picked the girl up and lifted her into his arms. The guilt stemmed from the fact that there was no true haven in this place. He could not bring her to a safety that did not exist. The best he could was remove her from the clutches of this madman before he hurt her even more.&nbsp; <br><br>As the other two became acquainted with one another, Custodio carried from the room and down the hall. He looked forlornly at this forgotten mop-bucket but decided it would have to wait until later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 03:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=16147.msg635428#msg635428">Quote from: Great Triangle on 02-06-2008, 02:26:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gunther walked a bit closer to his new patient, seemingly perturbed not at all by the bleeding nude girl right next to him.&nbsp; He crossed his arms after beckoning the man to sit down, walking over to the side of the man as he took a look in his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, why are you here?"&nbsp; Gunther asked, with nearly exactly the same intonation he had used to ask Tila the same question.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Watching the man he looks up, calm and serene, as if he was standing on a beach on vacation and this man was simply, another person also walking on the beach.&nbsp; He had no cares, god would protect him from all, or god would use him to protect himself.<br><br>Sitting down at the offered seat he looks at the doctor, "I would prefer to speak of you than me."&nbsp; He pauses for a moment to listen to his Voice, 'He shows arrogance, 'tis a sin, he is not evil...&nbsp; However, my son, don't give in to it.&nbsp; The inner light of Jesus is within you, show him that light.&nbsp; Show him my son did not die for him in vain, nor for you in vain.'<br><br>Thomas continues, "What happens to the girl when she is not abused so?&nbsp; Does she hurt herself or, perhaps, do you seek to control her abuse to dwindle it to nothing under your care?&nbsp; I wonder, who does more damage?"<br><br>Thomas grins slightly listening as the Voice says, 'Good, strong my son.&nbsp; You have the inner fire of Christ at hand, do not let it go to waste.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 03:29:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther looked askance at the man, seeing a white flame burning around his body, surrounding his head like a halo.&nbsp; The man was dangerous, that much was abundantly clear.&nbsp; Gunther delivered a backhanded slap across the man's cheek, his eyes blazing with unconcealed fury.<br><br>"Do not question my treatment methods.&nbsp; I need to know what's wrong with you so I can come up with a way of making you better as well."&nbsp; He hissed, moving closer to the man so he could get a better angle on him when things came down to it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 03:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=16147.msg635523#msg635523">Quote from: Great Triangle on 02-06-2008, 03:29:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gunther looked askance at the man, seeing a white flame burning around his body, surrounding his head like a halo.&nbsp; The man was dangerous, that much was abundantly clear.&nbsp; Gunther delivered a backhanded slap across the man's cheek, his eyes blazing with unconcealed fury.<br><br>"Do not question my treatment methods.&nbsp; I need to know what's wrong with you so I can come up with a way of making you better as well."&nbsp; He hissed, moving closer to the man so he could get a better angle on him when things came down to it.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Thomas goes down without a word, the blow knocking him back against the wall, a dangerous light shines in his eyes, the Voice tells him, 'You are in the right, advise him on his errors my son.&nbsp; You have the light of Christ remember, he cannot harm you while the angels sing, and sing your name they do.'<br><br>The danger in his eyes goes, back to complete calm looking up at this man before him he simply says, "To question is to understand, even if the understanding is not mine, but yours.&nbsp; You should know, that striking me is a poor choice, I am non violent, you have no reason to strike at me.&nbsp; God, however, abhors violence.&nbsp; Even violence you do to others without care of His name.&nbsp; Praise him, confess, and forgiveness shall be swift."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 03:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther growled angrily.&nbsp; "It's turn the other cheek you sanctimonious bitch!"&nbsp; He picked up Thomas and threw him down on the leather chair, his eyes alight with fury.&nbsp; "I'm the doctor here, not you.&nbsp; Please kindly refrain from giving any more advice."&nbsp; <br><br>Gunther grasped the man by the wrists and strapped him into the chair, leaving him held fast by the wrists before walking past the curtain, rummaging through drawers as he started looking for the proper medications to help the man.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 04:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=16147.msg635556#msg635556">Quote from: Great Triangle on 02-06-2008, 03:52:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gunther growled angrily.&nbsp; "It's turn the other cheek you sanctimonious bitch!"&nbsp; He picked up Thomas and threw him down on the leather chair, his eyes alight with fury.&nbsp; "I'm the doctor here, not you.&nbsp; Please kindly refrain from giving any more advice."&nbsp; <br><br>Gunther grasped the man by the wrists and strapped him into the chair, leaving him held fast by the wrists before walking past the curtain, rummaging through drawers as he started looking for the proper medications to help the man.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He didn't struggle at first, his face switched slightly, his eyes grew cruel, the Voice faded from consciousness, to his eyes the world changed and shifted.&nbsp; Colored brightened and everything looked, challenging, and it was a wonderful feeling, joy and power wrapped up with a fearless coating, nothing could harm him.&nbsp; He was as a god among men, the power of Christ coursing through him.&nbsp; He smiled a wicked smile.<br><br>"By the light of our Lord Jesus Christ, you shall not pass.&nbsp; Now, either leave, or be punished for your evil ways."<br><br>The straps began to loosen slightly, tight Velcro making its ripped noise softly in the background as his arms laid at rest.&nbsp; "Repent, for the end, is near."<br><br>He was not free, but the other man's anger would feed the light of the Lord in him.<br><br>Nothing could stop him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 04:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther burst through the curtain as he heard the straps loosen, wondering how heavy leather straps could make Velcro sounds.&nbsp; He pulled one of the syringes he had been preparing out of his coat and jabbed it into Thomas' shoulder, depressing the plunger hard.&nbsp; The needle contained an extremely strong stimulant compound, sufficient to keep a man awake for many hours to come.<br><br>"I think you're going to need observation, and possibly a gag."&nbsp; He announced, tightening up the man's straps.&nbsp; He went to work on the other straps, tying down the monk's elbows and knees, placing tight straps around his chest, and strapping a final restraint around his waist, to keep him securely in the chair.&nbsp; Gunther smirked.&nbsp; The stimulant he just gave his subject would likely be sending him into heart palpitations at this point.&nbsp; Perhaps directly threatening his life would give him a more healthy perspective on things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 17:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brigit had been sitting in that waiting room for hours.&nbsp; She finally just got up and walked off.&nbsp; No one stopped her.&nbsp; She began wondering the halls.&nbsp; This was a strange place this Asylum.&nbsp; Why had they moved her here?&nbsp; They wanted to kill her, she was sure of it.&nbsp; She wasn't crazy!&nbsp; She KNEW she wasn't.&nbsp; There was absolutely nothing wrong with her.&nbsp; They liked the man, the evil man.&nbsp; And she had killed him so they were to punish her for the rest of her life.&nbsp; <br><br>Brigit was average height and very skinny.&nbsp; Her long red hair fell about her face as it contorted with thought.&nbsp; Her life had been hard and the pain that she had endured had caused her to go mad.&nbsp; A dangerously violent paranoid skizophrenic, she had been transfered to this hospital because the State didn't have the facilities to care for her.&nbsp; <br><br>As she wondered the halls she heard strange noises coming from behind a door.&nbsp; She stood close to it and listened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 00:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=16147.msg635612#msg635612">Quote from: Great Triangle on 02-06-2008, 04:24:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gunther burst through the curtain as he heard the straps loosen, wondering how heavy leather straps could make Velcro sounds.&nbsp; He pulled one of the syringes he had been preparing out of his coat and jabbed it into Thomas' shoulder, depressing the plunger hard.&nbsp; The needle contained an extremely strong stimulant compound, sufficient to keep a man awake for many hours to come.<br><br>"I think you're going to need observation, and possibly a gag."&nbsp; He announced, tightening up the man's straps.&nbsp; He went to work on the other straps, tying down the monk's elbows and knees, placing tight straps around his chest, and strapping a final restraint around his waist, to keep him securely in the chair.&nbsp; Gunther smirked.&nbsp; The stimulant he just gave his subject would likely be sending him into heart palpitations at this point.&nbsp; Perhaps directly threatening his life would give him a more healthy perspective on things.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Thomas could feel the stimulant coursing through his veins...&nbsp; Now, odd that, he had felt drugs before - many of them - but not like this.&nbsp; He was sure no one had given him this before.&nbsp; His heart started racing, faster and faster.&nbsp; Fear was a distant memory in this state, he knew that nothing could harm him.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; He was the embodiment of Christ, the embodiment of the LORD.&nbsp; &nbsp;He started to laugh, a dry sick laugh, something fit for a serial killer standing over a child's bed just before molesting them.&nbsp; The laugh increased as the doctor strapped his chest in.&nbsp; He finds it strange, the feeling of the leather.&nbsp; His eyes went wide as his heart was going too fast...&nbsp; He wasn't afraid though, his mind reached out, reached out, further, further.<br><br>His eyes closed softly, like a tired old man going to sleep.<br>He could feel his heart trying to rip its way out of his chest.<br><br>He could feel the leather straps over his wrists as they started to slide - this time they were silent, just leather on leather.&nbsp; Slowly sliding.<br><br>"And as the LORD has said unto all man, I say to you...&nbsp; Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh."<br><br>Watching the man work and move about him, he says, "Oh you will be my slave, and you will know my kindness and my harsh words."<br><br>The slowly sliding straps stopped, still secure, but loose now, loose enough to slip his wrists out.<br><br>He couldn't hold them still, they kept jerking too and fro...&nbsp; "So you have poisoned me, the Lord shall show unkindness unto you and you soul shall be DAMNED in his NAME.&nbsp; You will KNOW he is the LORD by this and you shall be welcome in HELL for torture and sodomya are the DEVILS WORK."<br><br>The man was tying down his elbows now, still bent over his body, he could not reach far, the straps were only loose at his wrists, but he felt the heat of his target.&nbsp; The man's crotch was just there when he leaned back over him to grab a fallen strap, Thomas took the man's crotch and gripped his balls and scrotum in a vice-like hand jerking from too many stimulants, but he held on as if his life depended on it squeezing harder, as hard as he could with a jerking hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:02:29</strong>
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				Gunther screamed in agony, backing up from the man and his suddenly unbound wrists.&nbsp; He jerked himself hard, getting himself out of the madman's grip.&nbsp; He pulled out a pocket tape recorder and began speaking into it, his voice carrying a strange calm.&nbsp; "Day one:&nbsp; Patient is hostile, appears to have religious issues.&nbsp; Drastic measures will have to be taken for successful treatment."&nbsp; Gunther clicked the tape measure off, surging forward and wrestling the man's wrists back into their restraints, closing up the heavy leather straps.<br><br>Gunther stared into the man's eyes, carefully keeping out of biting distance as he looked upon him with anger.&nbsp; "That medication I gave you is intended to help stabilize the dying.&nbsp; The pain you experience from your treatment will be unfortunately heightened.&nbsp; I regret any inconvenience."&nbsp; Gunther vanished behind the curtain and returned with a small cabinet with a thick power cable trailing from it.&nbsp; He adjusted several dials from the cabinet and withdrew a metal wand, pressing it to his fingertip and getting a small arc of electricity.&nbsp; "Normally, you're supposed to have a restraint to keep you from biting down on your own tongue.&nbsp; In rare cases, patients undergoing therapy have bitten off their own tongue.&nbsp; I don't think that will hurt you much in your case."&nbsp; Gunther stepped forward, hoping to see some kind of fear in the man's eyes.&nbsp; He would most likely scream, and the screams would be sure to be heard by the eavesdropper outside his door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:06:35</strong>
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				[[Note, I was informed I was being rude, I apologize, I will try to adjust the character to play more in line with intentions of those I'm posting with.]]<br><br>Thomas is forced down by the stronger man unable to move he pushes against the restraints without result, becoming more and more angry he screams a guttural howl...<br><br>His raised animalistic voice continues to speak of God and the Lord, "Jesus shall condemn the sinners of the world and you shall be among them."<br><br>With that he begins to laugh in the same animal-like guttural tones, "Oh I say to you, denizen of SATAN HIMSELF sent to test my resolve!"<br><br>With that he wickedly stares the stronger man in the eyes waiting for whatever he gives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 05:16:09</strong>
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				Brigit was quite astounded at the noises coming from behind the door.&nbsp; It sounded as though a torture session was going on in there.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly she had a flash back. . .<br><br>The small room underneath the house.&nbsp; He took her there for their "play time".&nbsp; But it wasn't fun at all.&nbsp; It hurt and she hated it.&nbsp; She hated HIM!&nbsp; That day she had been aloud out of her closet to roam the house because she'd been good the day before.&nbsp; She took a large knife from the kitchen and hid it in her clothes, she would show him how good she could be.&nbsp; When it was time to go to "play time" she went willingly with her surprise waiting behind her clothes.&nbsp; When he had closed the door she turned on him and pushed him down the stares.&nbsp; He hit the bottom with a dull thud.&nbsp; She walked down casually smiling a wicked smile.&nbsp; He was still alive, how convenient.&nbsp; She went to work on him with the knife immediately torturing him for hours before finally killing him.&nbsp; She cut his tongue out, all his fingers off, and the cruel thing in his pants that had hurt her worse than anything else he'd ever used.&nbsp; Suddenly she realized that she was a bloody mess.&nbsp; She ran upstairs crying and took the phone.&nbsp; The thing she was never aloud to touch and called 911, then simply whimpering into the receiver when it was answered.&nbsp; The lady said that help was on the way.&nbsp; She was frightened.&nbsp; What had she done?&nbsp; She hadn't seen another human in so long.&nbsp; She ran to her closet and curled up in a ball until the police came. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:09:55</strong>
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				The lights in the room 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>*Note- GTri: if your office doesn't have windows, then it's pitch black. Whether or not it has them is up to you. The hallway does have some windows, which could shed a little light into your room if the door was open still. Otherwise....it's pure jet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:17:11</strong>
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				When the lights went out she was startled from her thoughts.&nbsp; What was going on.&nbsp; She quickly scurried away from the door and down the hall back to the big room that had alot of windows.&nbsp; She stood by one of them looking out at the storm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:40:28</strong>
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				Darkness.<br><br>It was a wonderful sensation to Gunther, the absence of perception.&nbsp; No more flickering forms, no more enimies.&nbsp; The paradise didn't last.&nbsp; He smelled the sweat of the man restrained in the chair before him, felt the last wisps of the air conditioner pushing against his skin, and he heard the pitter patter of little feet running away from his door.&nbsp; That last one wasn't right.&nbsp; He placed his hand on his patient's forehead, wiping away a bit of the sweat from his brow.&nbsp; "I'll give you a chance to rest.&nbsp; Please take this opportunity to consider your state of well being. I'll be evaaluating you shortly to see if the treatment was effective."&nbsp; <br><br>Gunther stumbled past the chair and opened up the door to his office, shining a pale ray of light into the room and on his patient.&nbsp; He saw a black form go scampering away, its shadows elongated in the murky silence of the power outage.&nbsp; He walked slowly but purposefully toward the strange being, following it into the large room and coming up behing it, laying a hand on it's shoulder.&nbsp; "What are you doing here?"&nbsp; He asked, a loud crack of thunder punctuating his words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 02:29:42</strong>
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				Looking around in the pitch black he realized this was his chance...&nbsp; The stimulants were keeping him aware of the world, his altered perception allowed him to see the natural swirls of color that others were never able to see.&nbsp; He thought vigorously on his situation, he was strapped with leather to a chair.&nbsp; The swirls of color started to speak, taunting him, telling him how weak he was.&nbsp; He wasn't weak.<br><br>Closing his eyes he concentrated, it was hard...&nbsp; His eyes popped open again soon, the colors swirling in the dark air laughed at him and his attempts to free himself.&nbsp; He didn't struggle though, he knew it was hopeless.&nbsp; He started to take deep ragged breaths...&nbsp; In...&nbsp; Out...&nbsp; He tried to slow them, but soon he was panting...&nbsp; This was wrong, he shook his head as the colors teased him more.<br><br>He started to whisper disjointed prayers to the color filled air around him.&nbsp; Whispering soft and quick...<br><br>Putting his mind to work, the leather straps holding him started to slowly slide off again.&nbsp; It wasn't quick, but perhaps there would be enough time.&nbsp; The dancing swirling colors continued to laugh at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 04:06:33</strong>
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				She jumped.&nbsp; There was a man behind her.&nbsp; He was talking to her.&nbsp; What did he want?&nbsp; Why was he speaking to her?&nbsp; What did he say?&nbsp; "What are you doing her", yes, that's what he said.&nbsp; She slowly turned to face him, her eyes dodging from his face to the floor, to the hall, and back to his face again.&nbsp; She spoke quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>I've been waiting on someone to come and get me.&nbsp; I started to walk down the hall but then the lights went out, so I came back here where there is light.&nbsp; I'd been waiting here for a while.&nbsp; I was going to see what was taking so long.&nbsp; I am Brigit.<br><br>After she'd said it, she wished she hadn't.&nbsp; There was something wrong with this man.&nbsp; He was a demon, just like the man when she was small, just like the men who killed her mom.&nbsp; He would hurt her and try to kill her.&nbsp; But she wouldn't let him.&nbsp; She was too smart to be killed, she'd showed them all that!<br><br>She looked him dead in the eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 05:55:06</strong>
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				Gunther gave Brigit a gentle squeeze, giving her a calm and warm smile.&nbsp; "I'm afraid we don't have nearly the kind of organization at this asylum that we'd like to.&nbsp; Would you like to sit down and talk for a bit while you wait for the power to come back on?"&nbsp; Gunther asked, stepping close enough to wrap his arms around his victim.<br><br>In the sporadic bursts of lightning, Gunther could see nothing wrong with her.&nbsp; That was usually the worst sign of all.&nbsp; His girlfriend had been like that.&nbsp; Gunther straightened himself out and put his guard up, ready to respond in force if the girl had a sudden psychotic break.&nbsp; The psychotics were always the worst; they appeared so normal until they snapped and turned into a raging machine of doom.&nbsp; The idea of a psychotic maniac who hid his nature even from himself, sweeping that darkness under the rug, occurred to Gunther, and his expression shifted in fear for a second before he swept the thought under the rug, returning to his warm, friendly smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 11:44:15</strong>
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				Thomas listened to the echoing, cold sound of the good Doctor talking to someone in the hall punctuated by cracks of lightning that would have chilled him to the bones had the chill of reality been firmly in his grasp. However the glow and heat of beleived power and protection of God filled him. He could move his legs and struggle out of the bonds. However being fearless did not mean being stupid. He knew that the Doctor would return if he heard Thomas struggling free. Thus Thomas watched in complete calm as the straps continued to slip toward his freedom quietly. How would he show the Doctor the true power of the Lord? That thought nearly consumed his calm, calculating mind in circles of ideas slipping to and fro allowing only rare few to come close enough for a fleeting grasp. Lightning struck again, had he counted between strikes as he had in childhood he would have realized the strikes were alarmingly close now... Too close...
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 18:12:12</strong>
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				She eyed the doctor as he smiled and acted friendly.&nbsp; There was more to him and she knew it.&nbsp; <br><br>Sure, I'm very tired.&nbsp; She sat down on the couch nearest her.&nbsp; What did you want to talk about?&nbsp; How long do you think the lights will be out?&nbsp; <br><br>She felt something in the air.&nbsp; Something strange.&nbsp; Electricity coursed through her, makeing the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.&nbsp; There was someone else here.&nbsp; But who?<br><br>She looked at the doctor again, smiling slightly, waiting for his reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 18:22:00</strong>
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				The doctor sat down, sliding across the couch to a comfortable distance to Brigit.&nbsp; He folded his hands in the dim light, the murky reflection of the obscured sun on the lake giving a shine to his teeth.&nbsp; He began to speak deliberately and soothingly, doing his best to project an aura of calm and sanity.&nbsp; Which was, of course, difficult, with his bloody foot and other stains on his coat.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have no idea how long the power will be out, it could just be a fuse, or one of the powerlines to the asylum might have gotten knocked out.&nbsp; I thought we had an emergency backup generator, but no one seems to have gotten to it yet."&nbsp; Gunther said briefly, almost to himself as his eyes trailed over Brigit's body.&nbsp; "I'd like to talk about what you're being treated for, and if I can do anything to help you."&nbsp; He offered, unconsciously sliding just a bit closer to the girl as he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 18:31:26</strong>
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				He was gettin kind of close to her.&nbsp; It made her feel uncomfortable.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, they say I'm a paranoid Schizophrenic.&nbsp; I think I just had a rough child hood.&nbsp; Do the staff not work on getting things working?&nbsp; Do you not have orderlies or security staff?&nbsp; I was a patient at a state hospital for a long time and they always had things under control.&nbsp; I'm not sure how I feel about places without good control over situations that could cause panic.<br><br>She felt it.&nbsp; But she couldn't find it.&nbsp; Couldn't place it.&nbsp; Her eyes darted about the room searching for it.&nbsp; The presence was close.&nbsp; It was watching them.&nbsp; Watching her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 05:05:26</strong>
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				The leather strap across the chest of Thomas falls limply to his lap only attached at once side now, he pulls his ankles and legs out of the straps as they slip aside, then his arms as he stands up, the buckles chink softly and he knows he has to move quickly.&nbsp; The swirly colors in the dark surround a nearby chair, a waiting chair it looked like, then the whirling colors flowed off of the chair and out the door.&nbsp; Grinning like a mad-man he grabs the chair quickly and barges out the door toward the voices in the hallway, the dark hallway made it hard to aim and he swung the chair out of his hands...<br><br>Once the chair left his hands he knew he had messed up the aim, it would hit the wall about a foot or so to the wall away from the doctor.&nbsp; "Damn!" he screamed in rage, he chair flew at high speed toward the empty wall, he was relatively sure it was going to splinter.&nbsp; Then he saw the girl, he stopped...&nbsp; She was attractive, this man...<br><br>Then suddenly, it dawned on him, this man was no Doctor.&nbsp; As the chair crumbled and pieces flew at odd angles from the impact, he approached the man slowly and calmly then begins to say in a loud booming voice, lightning strikes with his first syllable...&nbsp; "And the Lord shall set you free my son!&nbsp; Admit your sins and let our lord Jesus Christ into your heart and give yourself to him!&nbsp; The evil that taints you with your rape shall be forgiven if you let the Lord take your problems from you!"<br><br>Grinning with sheer rage he stops just short of the 'Doctor' his hands raising from his sides as if to welcome the world, spread wide from his body, "Let us PRAY!&nbsp; Lest judgment be cast on you from on high, and I shall deliver that judgment!"<br><br>A series of bolts struck nearby, just outside as static electricity prickles over the walls and bodies in the hallway, hair stands on end.&nbsp; "He is unhappy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 06:00:02</strong>
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				She stood and flung herself at the mad man in a furry.&nbsp; He would NOT get her!&nbsp; She rammed him with her head low in the stomach nashing her teeth.&nbsp; She bit at his hands and clawed at his face.&nbsp; Her hair falling in her face, her eyes intense.&nbsp; HE WOULD NOT GET HER AGAIN.<br><br>He would read to her from the bible after each time her took her.&nbsp; He would tell her that if she confessed her sins to the lord, she would be forgiven for suducing him.&nbsp; After she killed him, she tore his bible apart page by page.&nbsp; Tears slid down her face as she watched his evil words flutter away.&nbsp; She would NEVER be fooled by those who speak of this God who condems little girls to be raped brutally over and over by anyone!<br><br>"You will NOT take me!"&nbsp; She screamed at him as she began punching his chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 06:14:23</strong>
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				Gunther turned around at the mad spectacle that had unfolded before him.&nbsp; He looked very calmly at the berserk maniac who had just tried to kill him, his eyes focusing unblinking on him.&nbsp; "You... destroyed my chair?"&nbsp; He asked calmly, almost incredulously, as he reached into his coat, drawing out a scalpel as he did so.&nbsp; <br><br>He interposed himself between the madman and the girl who supposedly only had a rough childhood, and began speaking in an even, measured tone.&nbsp; "You are out of order.&nbsp; You will need to be restrained.&nbsp; Now, you can lie down and let me give you some morphine and tranquilizers, so you'll drift off to sleep, or you can stand and let me figure out how to get you to stop talking and moving so much with this here scalpel of mine."&nbsp; The "doctor" did not smile as he said this, he only announced it as a fact as his eyes bored into Thomas'&nbsp; "Please lower yourself to the floor with your hands to your sides."&nbsp; He told him gently, as he slowly began to walk forward.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 06:44:16</strong>
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				Thomas realized that, things...&nbsp; Weren't going his way...&nbsp; Fools, they would either find the Lord or the Lord would find them.&nbsp; Grabbing a fire extinguisher from the wall near the door he heaves the heavy object at the 'Doctor' screaming, "Satan shall NOT consume me!", next he lunges at the doctor fists flying in a controlled fury, eyes bright with imagined power whispering to himself, "The Lord forgive my sins, the Lord has forgiven my sins, my sins are not my fault, I am a soldier of heaven."<br><br>Aiming a fist at the man's stomach with one fist, at the same time he shifts his weight to his off foot and moves a knee up to impact him in the crotch with his strongest leg.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 03:20:23</strong>
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				She moved back as the doctor stepped in.&nbsp; He would take care of this evil man!&nbsp; He would show him that God didn't care about anyone.&nbsp; She watched as the man grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and ran at the doctor.&nbsp; This would not do at all.&nbsp; She took about the room.&nbsp; This was an odd place.&nbsp; What kind of asylum left harmful things lying around?&nbsp; Oh well, if the doctor didn't have it under control she could certainly take care of herself.&nbsp; She reached out to a nearby table picking up an ink pin.&nbsp; If he came for her, she'd stab him.&nbsp; Her resolve brought a calm to her mind.&nbsp; The watching presence, slowly slipping from her thoughts as she focused on the one thought, blood is the price paid by evil men.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 21:35:26</strong>
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				Gunther grunted in pain, his eyes filled with tears as knee met crotch.&nbsp; Even with his pills, his world was full of blinding pain.&nbsp; His hands gripped his scalpel, just a few inches from the madman's chest, and he slid the short blade into his body, penetrating him viciously.&nbsp; Blood began to pool around the site of the stab wound as Gunther's face remained completely expressionless.&nbsp; Pain blossomed within him like a mushroom cloud, and his body began to twitch as he hesitated with the scalpel driven up to its hilt inside his patient, his entire body save for his hands shaking with a strange giddy feeling.&nbsp; He couldn't really understand what he had just done, it was as if some otherworldly force had taken him over.&nbsp; His eyes looked into Thomas' and he wondered what the other man was thinking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 21:46:03</strong>
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				She saw that the doctor needed help.&nbsp; She stepped around him and began stabbing the evil man in the back and shoulders with the ink pen.&nbsp; She was angry.&nbsp; This man should not be aloud to live.&nbsp; He was evil and he needed to know that God didn't care about any but himself.&nbsp; She continued stabbing, putting great force behind her thrusts, leaving shallow holes pooling with blood.&nbsp; She hoped the doctor would be ok.&nbsp; Then she pushed the man forward hoping the scalpal, that was already in the man, would go deeper because her ink pen blows were minor and she wanted something serious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 08:12:46</strong>
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				The scalpel entered him easily, he didn't really notice at first either, looking down at the scalpel in surprise at the sight of his own blood.&nbsp; That was strange, no one had ever stabbed him before.&nbsp; Looking at the 'Doctor' quizzically, he tilts his head nearly like a dog would when confused.&nbsp; He shuts up and as he is about to back up when the girl stabs him in the back with...&nbsp; Something small.&nbsp; His face contorts with pain, he grips the hand of the Doctor around the scalpel, the sharp but very small blade cutting into him.&nbsp; The blood makes the Doctors hand slim, he had no idea that it was so close to truly hurting him.&nbsp; His shoulders twitch slightly in pain, his face twitches again as he digs fingers into the man's wrist, right where the bones fall off and connect to the arm, the complicated bundle of tendons tight under his fingers.&nbsp; Tilting his head the other direction a grin fills his face, wicked and mean, pressing fingers deeper into the pressure point, hard pressure robbing the hand of its power with every ounce of force Thomas puts into the hold.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 08:45:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther's eyes contorted in pain as the madman dug into him, and he released his grip on the scalpel, falling to the ground in pain.&nbsp; He drew away as if struck by a bolt of electricity, screaming with incredible volume as he clutched his injured wrist.&nbsp; He rolled onto the floor as tears began to fall from his eyes, and began to drag a trail of blood alongside himself as he backed away in sheer terror.&nbsp; Whatever this man was, he wasn't human.&nbsp; <br><br>Had the false doctor been more rational, he might have realized that Thomas could simply be numbed by blood loss, or so deep in psychosis that the pain didn't register.&nbsp; Regardless, Thomas wept in terror, his eyes filled with the horrible sight of a man being repeatedly stabbed in the back and not even caring.&nbsp; He backed away even further, screaming at the top of his lungs.&nbsp; "SECURITY!&nbsp; SECURITY!!&nbsp; OH GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!"&nbsp; There was something seriously wrong with the man before him, and Gunther needed to get him help, somehow.&nbsp; His fumbling hands reached into his coat, but found no pills.&nbsp; Gunther simply wept and slid closer and closer to the wall, his entire body shaking as rivulets of perspiration ran down his body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 16:32:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor had fallen.&nbsp; This madman had done something to him.&nbsp; Now it was just her and the evil man.&nbsp; She was angry.&nbsp; She stepped in front of him and back handed him as hard as she could.&nbsp; "You are no man of God!"&nbsp; She screamed at him.&nbsp; "God doesn't care about stupid little insects like us!&nbsp; God wouldn't have a stupid little insect like you be one of his!"&nbsp; She clawed at his face.&nbsp; "Men like you are just twisted little evil pieces of shit!&nbsp; Men like you take little girls and use them till there's nothing left!&nbsp; Men like you deserve to die!"&nbsp; She was whispering now, her eyes slitted in anger as she stared at the evil man.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 23:39:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked on at the Doctor as the man went down screaming, the image of a man being stabbed filled his mind, his eyes filled with tears for some unknown reason, they streamed down his face as the girl clawed at him.&nbsp; Normally he would have showed her the holy cock, but in this condition, he realized that his fingers were numb, he backed up against the wall.<br><br>He was dizzy...<br><br>He ran, just ran, flat out, stumbling slightly every so often, leaving a trail of thick blood behind him.<br><br>Finding an old office and examination room, he saw a dusty first aid box, closing the door he pushed the desk in front of it.&nbsp; He didn't feel the pain, nor was he afraid exactly, but he knew he was in danger, his vision was starting to narrow...<br><br>Opening the kit, he found bandages, but not what he was seeking.&nbsp; Then he started on the shelves in the corner, then an end table.&nbsp; Aha!&nbsp; A needle, an old mending kit, he grabbed it and sitting on the couch he started to sew a very bad stitch, it wasn't even and his hands were shaking, but it did close the wound...&nbsp; He felt near passing out...<br><br>He grabbed the box of bandages, released the tab and dropped the box with numb fingers.&nbsp; After many tries it fell to the floor, grabbing a handful of gauze and cloth from it, he simply pressed it as hard as he could to the wound, then he passed out.&nbsp; Falling flat face forward, lucky for him his weight pressed the blob of cloth to the cut, blood soaked the fabric slowly as he lost all consciousness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 01:43:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Please refrain from further posting until I've had a chance to review the last page or so.<br><br>Events seem to have a reached a point where an NPC or three may step in; however, I've been working a lot, so I haven't had the opportunity to actually read all of this and craft a suitable response. Fear not, one shall be up soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 14:08:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As one man fell unconscious, another fell closer to the wall. Tears and blood flowed freely, as they so often did in this place. <br><br>Two new patients had already discovered the dark nature of the Lake Heart Asylum. A twisted, throbbing tumor grew deep within it's core, tainting everyone and everything around it. Even the thunderstorms that the local flora and fauna saw as a life-giving boon of nature took on an almost supernaturally malevolent aspect. The very air around the building seemed charged with violent electricity. Of course, Fate can be a fickle mistress, and she still deprived them of any actual electricity in the power lines themselves. <br><br>Moments after the ersatz physician cried out in desperation, a flickering light had appeared in the dim distance of the hall. The light grew in intensity, suggesting that it's source was moving closer to the traumatized trio. A similar light was growing in the opposite end of the hall. Soon, dark shapes could be been silhouetted behind both lights. <br><br>From either side of the hall, a group of three men in heavy black robes approached. In the darkness, a black candle could barely be seen as it blended in against each of their robes. Even the flames seemed dim somehow, as though they had to struggle to cast away what little darkness they did. <br><br>A muffled moaning filled the air at the edge of human perception. It seemed disembodied from the men in the robes. As these black acolytes finally arrived around the lunatics, it was plain to see that no men were within those robes. Six forms of fabric seemed to simply float with the flowing motions of fluid shadows.<br><br>The moaning stopped. The noise of the storm faded away, as did the stone walls around them. Soon, only a void surrounded them. Silence reigned here. It was like they had left the Asylum and been taken so far away in the dark expanse of space that even the stars themselves were nowhere to be found.<br><br>The sound of a thousand voices speaking as one filled the vast expanse of nothingness:<br>"Though it is entertaining, your sport must cease. The powers that be have decreed that no patient may initiate a fellow patient into the dark wonders within their walls. The lost one who dreams of ruling this place and the girl who dreams only of her stolen innocence will be returned to the office of the former. The man whose mind aspires to heights beyond it's ken shall be returned to his cell, where he might better reflect upon the error of his ways."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 16:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther simply quivered as he stood in the void, looking at the dark shapes around him.&nbsp; "This is it, isn't it?&nbsp; I've gone completely and utterly sideways haven't I?"&nbsp; He asked the figures, a few minutes past the time for terror.&nbsp; He'd had hallucinations before, but never one this vivid and insane, not even that time he'd taken a hit of acid.&nbsp; "Thorazine, Prolixin, Trilofon, Compazine" He began to chant softly, making up a wishlist of pills he wanted to take as soon as he came down from his delusion enough to get into his office.<br><br>He still had about half of that bottle of vodka Ignatius had given him, that would wash down the pills really good.&nbsp; Then he'd go to bed, and sleep out the rest of the storm.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and smiled, carefully and deliberately counting in an attempt to wait out the hallucination.&nbsp; <em>One one-thousand, Two one-thousand, Three one-thousand..</em>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 16:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There they were.&nbsp; She knew there were things here that she could not see.&nbsp; It was cold in the nothingness of this world.&nbsp; There were no shadows here.&nbsp; Exept for them, but they were not shadows.&nbsp; They were speaking though their tone was so soft she could only hear the murmur of the voices.&nbsp; The doctor was talking about pills and counting.&nbsp; Here she felt like she was lighter, like someting heavy had been removed from her.&nbsp; She could think clearly.&nbsp; But it was only a short lived clearness before she was plunged into darkness.&nbsp; Her hands shot out to find what might be there.&nbsp; A chair, a desk, a door. . .she was in an office.&nbsp; The doctor appeared to be there too because she could hear his breathing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 21:11:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shadows washed away like the receding waves of night's tide, leaving only a haunted feeling in both the doctor and the patient. Gunther found himself back in his office with that same collection of voices from within the void whispering into his ear "<em>No matter how many thousands you counted, it wouldn't have mattered. Hallucinations are for the weak. We are the shades of reality, dwelling on it's edges. We are the borders of sanity given form. We are the darkest thoughts that mankind pushes down to the most remote depths of their minds, but I assure you, we are no mere figments of your imagination. Do not presume to insult us again by passing us off as..hallucinations</em>". The voices took on a disdainful note when they said that last word. " <em>We had hoped you were stronger than that. Do not prove us wrong again</em> ". <br><br>The other patient and his "holy cock" were nowhere to be found. It was almost as if he had been swallowed by the darkness. <br><br>Into the ear of the woman, the voices whispered " <em>Nine times nine is eighty one, but only once the Eight are done...Nine times nine is eighty one, but only once the Eight are done...Nine times nine is eighty one, but only once the Eight are done...Nine times nine is eighty one, but only once the Eight are done.. </em> " The voices repeated this over and over until she could not be sure if they were still speaking or if only their words remained, echoing through her broken mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 21:20:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she could think of was her nine multiplication tables.&nbsp; She never went to school but she learned snatches of things here and there.&nbsp; She had lessons at the children's hospital.&nbsp; She soaked up all that she could.&nbsp; "Nine times nine is eighty one, but only once the eight are done. . ." echoed through her mind.&nbsp; What was it?&nbsp; What did it mean?&nbsp; She was not sure.&nbsp; She wasn't even sure if she wanted to know.&nbsp; It seemed as though she'd gone from a good sane asylum too a madhouse in the depths of hell.&nbsp; <br><br>The darkness of the room began to consume her, claustrophobia was setting in.&nbsp; She couldn't breath.&nbsp; She was feeling lightheaded.&nbsp; She had to think, not let her mind close up like that.&nbsp; Something she had learned from her last shrink, who was also claustrophobic.&nbsp; "Don't let the fears of your mind control you.&nbsp; You have to take control and not let your mind close up.&nbsp; There's nothing stopping you from breathing fine except yourself."&nbsp; The only thing she'd ever learned from the lovely Doctor was how to keep herself from going into a claustrophobic panic.&nbsp; She relaxed and let all thought leave her mind and focused on just breathing.&nbsp; Everything was going to be ok.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 23:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther took a look at her patient, noticing how she relaxed herself.&nbsp; "You just saw that, didn't you?"&nbsp; He mused, trying to gather his wits about him.&nbsp; He walked close to the girl, placing an arm around her shoulder.&nbsp; "I'm not well, I'm afraid. I need rest."&nbsp; He admitted, his voice even more gentle than normal.&nbsp; The madman was going to have to engage in some very unprofessional conduct if he wanted to keep the hallucinations at bay.&nbsp; He swallowed his pride and asked his embarrassing question, the sweat of his fear still running down his body.&nbsp; "Could you accompany me to my bed, and make sure I get the rest I need?"&nbsp; He asked, realizing he was insane for trusting himself to a woman who he'd last seen stabbing someone to death, and seemed to be chanting her multiplication tables as an autohypnosis technique.<br><br>Gunther realized that her behavior was actually a source of his ability to trust her.&nbsp; She'd clearly been given some psychological training, With that, Gunther remembered the penlight he'd brought into the asylum, and pulled it out of the pocket on his coat, turning it on and casting a dim light throughout the room.&nbsp; "There is a light..."&nbsp; Gunther mused softly, casting the light towards the wrecked remnants of where his chair had been bolted to the floor.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 16:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked the doctor in the eyes.&nbsp; "Yes I saw it doctor.&nbsp; I felt them there before they came."&nbsp; She smiled a little.&nbsp; "I was a little scared too, but I'm ok now."&nbsp; She watched him pull the pen light out and shine it about.&nbsp; "I will help you to your bed and be sure you receive your rest, you look like you need it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 16:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther threw open the black curtains in his office, revealing a refrigerator and a sink, as well as a bed not far away in the murky darkness.&nbsp; The floors were dirty, but only with dirt, the dried body fluids seemingly ending at the curtain.&nbsp; The cabinets between the sink and the refrigerator, however, had a significant amount of blood on them, standing in contrast to the eerie whiteness of the bed.&nbsp; Gunther opened up the cabinets and withdrew several white bottles, counting out two doses of antipsychotics, tranquilizers, antidepressants, and another bottle of pills he'd pulled the label off of but went ahead and took as part of his cocktail anyway just in case it helped.&nbsp; <br><br>Gunther pulled out the bottle of vodka from the fridge and took his set of pills with nearly a quarter of the bottle, feeling the fire in his throat as he relaxed, feeling the placebo effect kick in already.&nbsp; he placed the bottle next to the pills on the counter, giving the girl an unspoken invitation to partake of them.&nbsp; Gunther kicked off his shoe and removed his coat as he sat down is his bed with its curiously white sheets.&nbsp; The bed had several straps around the edges, and was clearly meant to be used to restrain a patient if necessary.&nbsp; A straight jacked hanging off the edge of the bed seemed to confirm the purpose of the bed.&nbsp; "I change my sheets every night."&nbsp; Gunther whispered, as he closed his eyes and placed his hands under his pillow, already feeling the dangerous cocktail of drugs he'd consumed taking effect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 16:50:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him take his pills with vodka.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't safe, but he seemed to know what he was doing.&nbsp; She picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig, it was her favorite drink.&nbsp; Then she sat crosslegged on the floor in front of the bed.&nbsp; She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, speaking softly.&nbsp; "I know I shouldn't trust you, I can see that.&nbsp; But somehow I feel I should.&nbsp; Somehow I feel I can trust you, even though you're dangerous."&nbsp; Hoping that he hadn't heard her, she dropped her hand and watched him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cyclops</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 04:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Sorry about my absence...&nbsp; I'll try to not let it happen again...]<br><br>He was unconscious, but aware...&nbsp; The figures, the darkness...&nbsp; He was aware but he could not feel, it was blissful.&nbsp; The peace and calm of complete numbness.&nbsp; Dimly in the back of his consciousness he remembered the cut and realized that he might be dead now.&nbsp; Waiting silently for the bright light of heaven that he knew would take him on his death bed he cared not.&nbsp; Not for himself, for the rapist doctor, for the troubled girl.&nbsp; There was no voice either, he had not been alone in his own mind for so long it struck him as a deafening silence, even as the voices in the robes talked around him.<br><br>It should have bothered him, it all should have bothered him...<br><br>The world began to take shape around him, his cell...&nbsp; The cold bed, white walls, dimly gray floor, door with the wired little window, small table, fold out chair...&nbsp; Paper, there was paper, he had written letters...&nbsp; None had come back, the doctor...<br><br>As the world came back to him he remembered the sweet smell of the Doctors hair as he pulled her to him.&nbsp; The smell of blood from the guards that had tried to stop him, the scent of fear from her...<br><br>Then, he remembered the gash, the slice in his chest and felt for it, wondering what he would find...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 16:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther laid peacefully in bed for several hours, his breathing slow and regular.&nbsp; As he fell asleep, he reached out and wrapped his hand around Brigit's, squeezing her a bit as he nodded off.&nbsp; He was short a scalpel, and shivered in terror of his memories, but for now, the world was fairly happy and peaceful.&nbsp; <br><br>As minutes turned into hours, Gunther began to talk in his sleep, mumbling slightly incoherently.&nbsp; "Shades, intruders, invading between the thousands of Goetia..."&nbsp; He said, fumbling to try and tighten his grip on the girl, if she was still around.&nbsp; His mumbling fell silent, yet he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his face became contorted, as if he was in the grips of a nightmare.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 16:41:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brigit silently removed her hand from the doctors.&nbsp; She walked over to his sink and got a washcloth.&nbsp; She wet it with cold water and folded it up while walking back to his bedside.&nbsp; He was sweeting and mumbling.&nbsp; She could tell he was having a nightmare.&nbsp; She layed the cloth across his forehead before sitting back in the floor and putting her hand back in his.&nbsp; She was going to sit here all night and watch over him.&nbsp; She didn't know why.&nbsp; Wasn't sure why she'd do anything like that.&nbsp; It wasn't in her nature.&nbsp; But something had changed.&nbsp; Something had happened.&nbsp; And this doctor was a part of her now somehow.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:02:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther lay peacefully for several more hours before his eyes flickered opened.&nbsp; He looked up into the drowsy eyes of the girl, and found his vision obscured by tears, realizing how she had helped tend to him in his weakness.&nbsp; He rose slowly into a sitting position, giving Brigit's hand a gentle squeeze.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; He whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he got to his feet.<br><br>"You need to rest as well."&nbsp; He said very quietly, watching as moisture flowed unbidden from his eyes.&nbsp; "There's something I'm wondering though."&nbsp; He said, as he lifted his hand from the girl's shoulder to wipe his face.&nbsp; "Back when that man was attacking me, you could have easily run away, yet you attacked him.&nbsp; Why did you do that?"&nbsp; He asked, still not quite able to comprehend the events that had happened to him.&nbsp; She very well may have saved his life, or his soul.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:11:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as the doctor woke up.&nbsp; He still looked very shaken.&nbsp; When he asked her, the answer was clear.&nbsp; <br><br>"I could have run but I didn't.&nbsp; I stayed and attacked him because he was attacking you.&nbsp; He came out of nowhere and just started attacking you like a mad man and I wasn't going to let that happen.&nbsp; It made me angry.&nbsp; I couldn't let him do it.&nbsp; That's why I attacked him back.&nbsp; I felt no need to run away and leave you there."<br><br>As she said all of this, she knew it was truth.&nbsp; Every word, and she meant them all.&nbsp; SHE had changed.&nbsp; She was different than she had been.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow, the girl's words were managed to make the doctor uncomfortable.&nbsp; Gunther was experiencing a rare moment of clarity, and he could see clearly that the things he did were wrong.&nbsp; He shivered a bit, and opened his mouth to try to explain.&nbsp; "There was something wrong with that man, I tried to help him, but I just ended up hurting him, badly.&nbsp; I- I'm afraid."&nbsp; He confessed, realizing that the girl was forming a strange emotional bond to him.<br><br>"The men in black, did they do anything to you?"&nbsp; Gunther asked, shivering as his mind rolled again and again over the possibility that his sanity was slipping away even now, and that he'd soon do something horrible to the girl.&nbsp; He chillled ever further, as he realized that he'd think he was doing it for her good, yet tears did not come to his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the mention of the men in black and their actions regarding the young woman, a strange sound could be heard echoing from the hall outside, or perhaps the walls themselves.<br><br>It sounded like...laughter...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor seemed very nervouse.&nbsp; He was confessing to her something she already knew.&nbsp; But it was ok.&nbsp; He was only trying to help the insane man.&nbsp; When he mentioned the dark figures she heard a strange noise.&nbsp; It sounded like laughter.&nbsp; This wouldn't help the doctors nervousness any and she wanted him to feel better.&nbsp; She quickly spoke over the laughter.<br><br>"They didn't do anything to me, they just spoke.&nbsp; I'm not even sure what they meant."<br><br>She smiled at the doctor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:43:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A roll of thunder crashed over the asylum, accompanied by a searing flash of lightning that hit somewhere close enough to be heard. The walls of their room shook crazily for a moment.<br><br>Oddly enough, it was the same moment that that she said the men didn't do anything to her, almost as if the very elements were arguing otherwise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShrowdedPoet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The noises of the storm startled her and she was almost positive they had drowned out her answer.&nbsp; She wondered if there was a safe place to go when storms struck.&nbsp; She desided that she would ask this. <br><br>"Is there a place to go when storms get too bad?"&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Eastern Wings</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gunther shook nearly in time with the foundations of the building as thunder rolled around him.&nbsp; He realized he was in serious trouble, as a corona started to appear on the edges of his vision, like a long lasting afterimage from the lightning flash.&nbsp; He fumbled for his penlight in the darkness and turned it on, backing up against the cabinets in his office.&nbsp; "There's a basement we can go to.&nbsp; The thunder won't be as loud there.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the only part of the basement I have the key to is... not pleasant."&nbsp; Gunther fumbled in his key ring for the key to the "dungeon" that Ignatius had given him.&nbsp; <br><br>The dungeon was a relic of an earlier age of the treatment of mental illness, when those suffering from such illnesses were simply tortured on suspicion of being possessed by demonic forces.&nbsp; If the asylum truly was haunted, Gunther would bet a great deal that the dungeon was the source of the ghosts.&nbsp; <br><br>Gunther slowly walked down the corridor, beckoning Brigit to come with him.&nbsp; The dungeon was a nasty place, but it was better than sitting seperated from the howling rain by a thin pane of glass that could be shattered by the nearby thunder.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">To:&nbsp; Lake Heart Asylum- Basement</span>
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