((**For Future Willing Participants** The W.I.A has been moved to this thread. If you're interested in a more organized Asylum, please feel free to drop a CS whenever.)) Cateline was sitting in a wooden chair in the corner of a large room where the patients were allowed to socialize, otherwise known as The Play Area, hah! What a stupid name, do they consider us children? She was alone in the room, wrapped in freezing, wet blankets for others to see as a way of humiliating, and punishing her for thrashing out at an orderly the previous night. The foggy window at her right held no entertaining view, just the ten foot electrical fence with barbed wire wrapped around the top. There was no way out of this Hellhole and she knew that from first hand experience. The building was like a maze and people have gotten lost for weeks, some just disappear, though there were rumors amongst them that the doctors murdered those unfortunate souls. Five years she's been locked away at the Wayward Insane Asylum, where Madness spreads and accumulates like a disease within the mentally ill. Five years and her Schizophrenia has only worsened; Auditory and Visual Hallucinations, Depression, Delusions, the list could go on. Glancing at the clock, she knew the room would soon contain more beings than just herself. It was 9:26 AM and others would be here in about four minutes. She sighed, slumping forward uncomfortably in the cold sheets that tightly bound her. One of the lights were flickering in the middle of the room in time with an irritable sound of buzzing. Her mind began to drift while in the midddle of counting the tiles of the dirty floors out loud. "...78, 79, 80, 81..." Who would be the first to walk through those double doors at the opposite side of the room? An abusive orderly, a sadistic doctor, another desperate patient? Once the column of tiles reached and expanded beneath the closed doors, her eyes drifted upward to the words in fading black paint above them. Welcome to the Wayward Insane Asylum! You'll Never Want To Leave.