"We're Not Insane...Just Broken" The Origins

[Plaetzchen]

"Are.. Um.. Are you alright?"
That indeed was a difficult question to answer. The images of the passed night still tormented C.'s mind. Like a carousel of horror they kept repeating themselves. C. had made a habit of not poking at her mind too much, especially memories. Some things best be left alone. "Ff-innne" It was really hard to speak without hurting. Still she felt like she was supposed to elaborate. "Bbb-add mme-ddi-ca-tn. Acci-ddent." It was all C. could manage to say. Of course it was a lie. Maybe even Jason would be able to tell it was lie. She didn't care though. Jason was a patient as well. He knew that some things were better off not being talked about.
One good thing came out of this mess anyway. C. was thoroughly enjoying the milkshake she got for breakfast. The strawberry flavour and the added sugar definitely lightened her mood. It reminded her of her childhood. Happy days with her father. With her sister. The thoughts now immediately gave her goosebumps and the feeling her nails were plied from her fingers. Memories should be left alone.

 

[Desperado]

How do I know my playmates so well? The record room, it holds all the little info I need to know about everyone
of this Asylum. I have a few connections, with in these walls. On some nights, he would allow me to view the record room.
I will admit, most of these patient are very interesting characters. Clint watched as Dana was dragged towards the line in the
dining area. Clint eye twitched He noticed Dana was wounded.

"Dana how lovely for you to join us my dear! You look...different..did you get your nails done?"
Clint welcomed Dana. Clint knew of all of them, he had read the records of
basically everyone in the Asylum. Why did he choose these three for? perhaps he just loves the look of them. Or there
illness. Clint always came off hyperactive, but it was a cover up. For how truly evil he was on the inside. "I seen
you come in with Malcom." Clint points to Malcom and looks at Malcom shaking his hand at Malcome with his finger point out.
with a mean look. Trying to start something with Guard Malcom. Malcom looking back at Clint pulling out his night stick. Clint looked
at his breakfast and continued to eat his breakfast. "Soo...how was everyones night? Sleep tight?" Clint asked.

"Sweet face, you have to take your medicine. So you can feel better. Swollow with water Sweetness" The sweet kind words
of Donna White. Donna gives Clint the two pills he must take, Clint gently takes them out of Donna's hand and puts them
both in his mouth. And takes a sip of water from the small cup filled with cold water. Then hands it back to Nurse Donna.
Donna takes it, patts and rubs Clints back slowly. "I'm here if you ever need me." Donna said smiling looking down at
Clint while he is setting in down finishing his breakfast. "I like you Donna. You remind me a lot of my aunt. All
sweet and looking out for me." Clint said, starting to bite on his index finger nail.

 

[Amberlin]

"Slept alright," Mark answered Clint's question in between bites. Truth was, he only slept a few hours a night unless they had him hopped up on heavy drugs. Even then, sleep was fitful. Last night, the few hours he did get were deep and restful, which seemed to help curb his hallucinations somewhat. They were always worse at night, though.

As Nurse White gave Clint his meds, Nurse Amalia entered the room, making eye contact with Mark. He groaned inwardly as she smiled and made a bee-line for him, holding a little, paper cup containing his morning meds and a slightly larger cup with water.

"How are you feeling today, Marcus?" she asked, coming around to his side of the table. She placed herself between him and Jason, leaning over to hand Mark his medication. Her floral perfume assaulted Mark's nostrils instantly.

"Fine," he said curtly, leaning away from her. Of all the nurses, Mark disliked her the most.

If she leans over any more, her boobs are going to fall out, Pearl chimed in.

Mark took the two cups from her. He put the smaller one with the meds in it to his lips and flipped his head back, then downed them with the water. After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he handed her the cups and thanked her.

"Not a problem," she replied, placing a lingering hand on his shoulder. Mark closed his eyes and ignored the uncomfortable electric tingles from her touch. "Don't forget about your appointment at nine." He felt her hand slip from his shoulder to his arm, then it was gone. He opened his eyes and watched her leave, rolling his shoulders to get the feeling to go away.

She's an idiot.

"Yeah," Mark said, then looked up at the guards, hoping they hadn't heard him. If he was going to make it out this place, he needed to play the game. Show them what they wanted to see.

 

[Kaz]

"I don't think I got much sleep..." Jason muttered to the question, shrugging some. "I'm pretty tired..." He added. Seeing that the nurses had begun handing out the medicine, he relaxed a bit, confident that he could make it to his appointment as himself. Once he got his morning medicine, he'd he okay.

Though, not a fan of any of the nurses, himself, Jason scooted away a bit as Nurse Amalia approached Mark. She was particularly obnoxious. Tensing up, he quickly covered his nose as the woman's overbearing scent approached the table, threatening to suffocate him.

His hands only fell away as the nurse began walking away.

Smirking, Jerry turned to watch as she left. "So, you guys think those boobs are real, or what?" He asked, only looking back to the others at the table once the nurse was out of sight, his mouth spread into a grin. "I swear, I was this close to smackin' that ass."

 

[Desperado]

Clint looked at Amalia and decided to fuck around with her. Before she leaves. "Amalia you are looking and smelling
wonderful my sweet. I guess asking to let me out of my room tonight. Let me go to your room to warm up is outta of the
question?" [Makes a kissing gesture with his lips.] She Amalia stops turns around and responds with her gesture, a
birdy(She shoots him a bird) gesture.

"Eat shit and die" Amalia responds finally walking away. "Fair enough..." Clint
looks at Mark. "I love them when there hard to get. Don't you?...." Clint smiles knowing the bullshit thats coming out of his mouth.
Clint finish's his breakfast eating the last of his eggs. Clint drinks the last of the orange juice, then throws it ahead of over Jason's
head trying to make it into the trash can a far distance away against the wall. But miss's. "Hey any of you guards wanna do me a favor pick that up and throw it in the trash?" Clint looks at the guard Niles standing by the trash can. "No?" Clint looks down at his plate.

 

[Plaetzchen]

Nurse Amalia had brought Mark's medicine, but not C.'s. She thought it odd, but didn't mind to much. She was still not sure what it was they gave her lately, it definitely had changed a couple of weeks back. C. suspected they used Haldol now. Going up in potency. Probably thought C.'s progress wasn't good enough with the old drugs. Screw them. The drugs helped C. not nearly well enough, but they made her constantly tired and gave her sometimes even a twitching in hand and feet that wouldn't go away for hours.

"Amalia you are looking and smelling wonderful my sweet. I guess asking to let me out of my room tonight. Let me go to your room to warm up is outta of the question?" Clint greeted nurse Amalia as his obnoxious self, forcing C. to end her internal rant. C. sighed - internally. Unfortunately there was a bandage around and a straw in her mouth. Interestingly the nurse responded pretty crude. C. had never seen nurse Amalia like this. Clint really knew how to make women hate him, C. thought to herself. The nurses reaction however, made C. listen more carefully to the conversation. But nothing interesting happened after that. Clint merely showed more how... how Clint he was. C. was both very glad and terribly frustrated she couldn't talk much at the moment. She also had no idea if it was a good thing or a bad one.

Only after the nurse left did Jason decide to talk as well. "So, you guys think those boobs are real, or what? I swear, I was this close to smackin' that ass." Oh no. Jason was definitely not his usual self anymore. Instead he decided to be annoying. Why did C. have such bad luck today? Of course C. knew that Jason constantly struggled being himself, but was there a need for him to turn into ... this? The original Jason was by far the side of Jason C. liked the most. But she had no idea how to make him behave like this again. The second most was probably Gabriel. C. has met her a few times and she always seemed agreeable. Not as likeable as Jason maybe, maybe even a little overstressed, but at least more serious. How... C. thought hard. What had happened to Jason right before C. met Gabriel? Stress! Jason had always been stressed when C. seen him as Gabriel. As inconspicuously as possible C. rocked the table, making Jason's orange juice wobble dramatically, fall, and - bulls-eye. Jason's crotch was drowned in orange juice. That should do it.

 

[Kaz]

Blinking, Jerry watched as the cup tilted over into his lap, the event seeming almost slow motion. Instantly soaked by the juice, he jumped to his feet, the cup falling to floor. "---Bitch, you did that on purpose! I saw that, she was a shakin' the table!" He snapped, pointing an accusing finger at C. as he looked between her and his lap. "You guys saw that, right?!" He snapped, stomping a foot in a childish manner.

Jerry only stopped his temper tantrum as he noticed two of the guards watching. "I don't know what I did to make you think that was okay, but I'm going to remember this. I'll get you back," He hissed, making a show of grabbing the biscuit from his plate to take one last large bite, then dropping it and walking away. "Whore..."

 

[Amberlin]

Mark was just standing with his tray, now empty, when he heard Jay speak. "So, you guys think those boobs are real, or what?"

Damn...that's not Jay, Mark thought, making his way to the end of the line to place his tray down with the other used ones.

"I swear, I was this close to smackin' that ass," Jason, or rather, Jerry, continued to say.

If he knew what a real ass looked like, Pearl said. Ugh, I hate being stuck in your body... I'd rather be in Jason's. Hey, wanna ask if he'll trade?

Mark ignored Pearl's banter and made his way to the far corner of the room, which was his usual spot. He liked it because it game him a full view of the entire room, and because they were not allowed to leave unless escorted by a guard, the corner would just have to do. He'd almost rather be strapped down in his bed, if not just to give himself time to think, time for the meds to kick in before he had to see Dr. Cove. He needed to come up with a good defense for his case. He wanted to show the good doc his "improvement".

Play the game. It was the only way out.

"---Bitch, you did that on purpose! I saw that, she was a shakin' the table!"

Mark's attention snapped to Jerry. Mark did see what had happened - C shaking the table, the orange juice spilling into Jason's lap - but his brain hadn't processed it until now, as it had been lost in thought.

Oooh! I LOVE fights!

"You guys saw that, right?!"

Mark watched like a stalker through the window of a middle-class American home, separate from the scene and yet apart of it on a larger scale. It seemed the C did not like this version of Jason anymore than Mark did. Mark found Jerry insufferable. He was a typical, young guy - into boobs and pouting when he didn't get his way. Although, Mark did not understand a lot about Jason's diagnosis, he did know enough to know that something terrible had happened to Jason for him to be this way, something so vile and unspeakable that it split his mind into several pieces that all took forms and personalities of their own. It was survival, something Mark knew all too well about. It was a damn shame. Jason didn't deserve something like that.

Tuning out the rest, Mark tried to focus on his upcoming appointment. He started going over in his head what he was going to tell Dr. Cove. Even if he could just get the man to not zap his brain, Mark would consider that a victory of sorts.

 

[Desperado]

(((Anybody seen the movie Hannibal? Just think of Terry as buffalo bill)))

"I'm sick fuck, that I am. Man or woman I will come for you. I repeat I will cum for you. Will you come for me?"
Speaking to himself, while shaving Terry Hillman even pulling a cheap dance infront of a normal sized mirrior in
his rooms bathroom. Dancing to the song "Turn Me Loose" By lover boy. Bobbing his head up and down, shaking his body.
While shaving his facial hair off. To start the day right.
(Skip to 1:04)

You can tell by the look on his face. And the way he moves. He is indeed crazy, yet none of the staff knows of him
being crazy. Following the lyrics "I'm here to please" He moves his crouch in a thrusting fasion. Doing it fast,
then touching all over his body. With the razor still in hand. It appears he is dancing nude in the front of the mirror. Terry is even adding his
own lyrics to the song "I wanna touch you baby!" He sings adding his own lyrics. "All night long..." Adding more.


Orange juice wobble dramatically, fall, and - bulls-eye. Jason's crotch
Clint watched as Jerry complained. Clint started to slam his palms on the table. Yelling

"Fight! Fight!" but then as Jerry noticed the guards, so did Clint. And Clint stopped and looked at C. Gave a thumbs up smiling. "Great Job!" Clint laughing. Almost falling out of his chair. But balancing himself back up.

 

[Muno]

Grey Damon Kwon​

Voices.... So many voices... Why? He apologized many times... He... blood... I-it was everywhere.. his sisters... they looked so frighten.... Why? Wait no.. He didn't mean it! They were bothering his sisters! He could have sworn -! Sweat beaded down his face and his clothes cling onto from the sweat even though it was cold. He was sitting up his face buried into the cups of his hands as he tried to calm his breathing from the nightmare. Grey stared at the wall with blurred vision for a bit trying to collect himself, but couldn't when he realized he wasn't in a familiar place anymore. What?! When?! His vision cleared and face full of confusion and panic. Where was he? This wasn't his room! Even though he was slowly he was starting to panic the more he realized how unfamiliar the area he was in, the outside was calm, dull, and confused, but was hard to tell at the moment. He heard a door open followed by a voice, a security guard.

Grey stared at him as he spoke hoping to answer his mental question, but only heard him was rise and shine, sleeping beauty, and get assume up to eat breakfast unless his wants to starve till lunch break. Of course he flinch a bit at the harsh words and slowly nodded, still confused. Decided to not speak at all as the guard took him toward the cafe where the rest where. He closed his eyes a bit from the bright room until his eyes got adjusted to it. He didn't know these people, all white... Everything in the room was white , it bothered him greatly until it dawn on him where could be at. Asylum.... B-but why?! How did he even get here? He don't remember coming here at all.... FIGHT! FIGHT! Was what Grey heard that stopped him for his panic thoughts, he turned his head toward the voices and seen and man shouting it before another soon after left from a table in anger.. he made note he was going over there, Grey didn't want to get in the cross fire.

When Grey realized how long he have been basically standing there in the middle of the room he quickly walked off toward where the food was being served. The morning panic and thoughts made him quite hungry so he grab what was he served and went to sit down somewhere away from the others. God he was shaking so much right now as he sat down to take a sip of his drink. He tried to think of the last event that could remember, but nothing came to mind though a blurred mind. Soon the young make decided to leave it be as he felt himself almost getting angry.

 

[Desperado]

[You hear the voice of Detective Carter Walsh Talking to another Detective]

"I remember when he was just a kid. I was teaching 8th Grade, he wasn't in none of my class's. He was in Special Ed,
not a retard or nothing. Just a bit slow. Every kid was picked on in that class. But not as much as little Clinton
Crowds of bullies really gave him a hard time. Before the crowd his mother would come up and talk to the principle.
Naturally, it made it worse. I was there for it all, saw it all. Even stepped in a few times when I saw the poor child
Getting jumped. He had two friends, both moved away. He was shy, you know? Never messed with no one, kept to himself.
Friends lived near his house. There was a few times during lunch I caught him drawing picture like a hero in a cape.
Like Batman, he was a talented kid. I don't know why the principle wasn't tough on the bullies. They were relentless to
Make Clinton life at school a living hell." The tone of Carter Walsh a Detective, who was formally a teacher at Clints
Junior high school. Before deciding to take a lawful turn in his younger career.

"His home life, as much as I know. Was a very fair lovable surrounding. Father was a cop, a decent one at that. Mother
A piano teacher. Sister had a abusive boyfriend, nearly killed her. One night, the couple got into a fight. Boyfriend
Cut on the top stove burners, and slammed her right side face on the burner."

"Jesus"

"When Clint found out. Murdered the boyfriend. Brutal it was, he wasn't found there Clint. He disappeared wasn't at home
So said his father said. The next week..Clint then appeared at his work. Murdered a manage found on his knees,
by the body looking at the blooded corpses. Used a box cutter..."

"What the hell?"

"This city is getting worse and worse though out the years.."

 

[Desperado]

Guard Niles, walks into the breakfast area. "Good morning all" Niles pass's Amalia on her way out of the breakfast area.
Niles couldn't help but to check her ass out. "Yum" He says to himself looking at Clint nodding in a yes nod. To tell
Clint he "Tapped" that already. Clint smiles, with a twitch of his left eye with a smile. A flashback comes back to
Clint of him in his room tied down with a sock in his mouth watching. Niles and Amalia going at it in his own room
even! Amalia on the floor, watching Clint as she and Niles are nude and "Getting busy on the floor" is the best
way to put it. Amalia positions her self on top of Niles and Amalia go at it on the floor. "Can't have this Clint, you see?
Amalia likes a man not a boy." Niles comments. Both looks up and at Clint. Clint refuse's to saying anything and can't
because of the sock in his mouth. Amalia's sock. Flash back cuts off and is back to the present. Niles walks past Clint
where he and the rest are sitting.

Clint in a instant gets up fast and snaps Niles neck! With his bare hands! The snapping of the neck is heard though out
the breakfast area. The sound of the cracking snapping of another human was just heard!

"Fucker.." Clint said as Niles falls to the floor.

 

[Amberlin]

A lot happened. A lot. All at once, to top it off. Mark went from going over his lines to tell Dr. Cove and keeping a drifting eye on everything, to his attention being jerked to the forefront of what he was witnessing. His brain momentarily went silent as he watched Clint's reaction, watched him snap forward in the blink of an eye.

As Niles' body collapsed to the floor, Pearl's piercing laughter invaded his hearing, cutting everything else out.

That was HILARIOUS! Tell him to do it again! she said with a delighted squeal.

Mark tried to ignore her continued laughter as he watched everything else happen in slow motion. The reactions of the others in the room...the nurses screaming...the guards jumping forward...

Clint is going straight to electroshock, I bet, Mark thought grimly. He won't be leaving for a long time...if ever. Mark looked up as a few of the other guards began gathering all the other patients up, probably to send them all to their rooms until things could be sorted. One came for Mark. He wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline from watching Clint flip out and take a man's life or the tense energy in the air, or both, but he wanted nothing more than to fight the guard.

"C'mon," the guard said, grabbing for Mark's arm. "Let's go. Move."

Mark swallowed hard, fighting the urge to resist as the uncomfortable tingles of the man's touch scattered across his skin. Mark allowed himself to be pulled away, looking back at the others. He wondered if they felt it, too. The urge to resist. The urge to fight.

Live free or die trying, he thought bitterly.

 

[Desperado]

One guard tackles Clint to the floor. Forcing his hands behind him. With everyone freaking out of what just happened. The guard holding down Clint calls for a strightjacket. But a nurse has already got one in hand and gives it to the second guard near Clint. "What a way to kick start off the day....you think that was something?" Clint looks up at the nurse "Just wait..." Clint smiles looking down at the floor as the stright jacket is on and the guards take him away. With Clint leaving with a few more words "I'll be back!"

 

[Kaz]

Jerry spun around at the prominent sound of a human neck snapping, blinking a few times in confusion at the scene near the table he'd been sitting at. "--Holy fuck!" He cried, thoroughly terrified. What had Jason been doing sitting at a table with a crazy fucker like that? That could have been his neck!

"Oh God, why am I suddenly so unstead----y" The teen Alter drawled as his body, rather, Jason's body collapsed to the floor and shut down, having effectively fainted in the middle of the cafeteria with orange juice all over the front of his pants.

 

[Desperado]

Going down the hall way, on the way to the elevator. The two guards, have a hold on Clint. Both his arms dragging Clint to the elevator. His knees are on the ground not even walking but being forced by the two guards. Having a evil smile on his face, Clint's hair covers his face and his eyes are looking up at the lights. Passing him moving forward closer to the elevator. "I wonder...how far doe's God's grace go? I'm willing to test his grace.." Clint said, both guards hearing him. "Shut the fuck up" Guard on the left said.

With getting to the elevator finally. Guard on the right, calls for the elevator to come up. Pressing the ^ button. With Annetta Bella coming up with the Elevator door opening. "Hello pretty lady!" Clint laughs, sticking his tongue out in sexually way. "Yeah?" Clint asked, looking up at Bella. But Bella ignore's him and continues to walk out of the elevator. The two guards force Clint in elevator. "Hell here I come!" Clint chuckles to himself. The left guard press's down. The elevator door close's and goes down.