"The Red Retreat"

[Killas]

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Beyond a crooked, old insane asylum, the loony bin, the mental hospital, there began something that was hidden from public eyes, something so demented and repulsive that it was kept sealed to improve in its own vile ways. To begin with, it contained ‘patients’ which are usually as I refer to, Victims. These victims were never called to their names they were always documented and called by their serial numbers. Of course they had names but some believed there was no use in them any more in fact most of these patients that have been held here have forgot their name as they titled it useless. Now most would believe this is a normal behavior of a mentally ill patient. Many would. But you see, this had more darker deems to hold, more cracks and holes to fill with its brutality.

The patients in the mental hospital are supposedly mentally unstable, while others are actually mentally unstable. In this ‘asylum’ it contains victims that are all classified at mentally ill. From long the term patients that have been placed in this environment for so long, they have been convinced that they are in fact damaged. After years of abuse, neglect, and constant testing on the victims that have now been given the title or aspect ‘crazy’ but for all those that have never been crazy, the one being foul played, they were usually permanently damaged and given the title, ‘crazy’.

Before I go any further you should know about the testing they had for human testing, to be able to grip them by their mind they were able to brain wash these victims and making them believe that these inhumane experiments that they placed on these patients was just treatment. Being held by law, by government they were left useless and tormented for the rest of their lives as being labeled insane. After all these testing that they were able to escape with for years from long periods of time they were able to soon make these human subjects not non-human subjects. From all the genetic and mental experiments on these patients have given them some deformities in a way, these genetic testing that was placed onto these patients now have the ability to do inhuman like things.(powers) They were tested with animals, reptiles, chemicals, machines, all of these sorts. Some aren’t even classified as human. The questions from the now, non-human patients were classified as natural mental hallucinations. Another aspect about these ability’s and skill that were given from the testing can include, malfunctions, weaknesses, unbearable pains that would affect them dearly.

This was agonizing for all of them there was nothing to explain shear fear. The confusion, disorientation, the traumatizing moment of realizing that you strapped to the table and panicked fear of not knowing what in the world is going on, the cruelty and bitterness that the doctors treat you with, they treat you like you are not a being, like you deserve to be tortured!

Some wonder if they experiments are actually excuses to cut open and play with the human body, most in the asylum claim it’s to make things for their army. We all wonder if this is right, but honestly they are just victims locked in their room, the head of the illegal government project is hidden and remains unidentified. All the patients that were placed into the fake Asylum were cut from the entire outside world from evidence.
The government has kept this inhumane testing for over 145 years. There were Russian scientists involved; there was also Polish, American, and many more types of scientists and doctors that have illegally taken the human subject testing, or the now in-human subjects. This high paying job was literally meant for the dark, demented, minds of the curious doctors. Their plans with their wealthy life were just enough to satisfy them for all these years, what would make them stop?

But there are always new victims, always new ones. They would have to relive what all the other ones went through, although some may have gone through worse, or some just suffer the metal consequences. There’s no way to explain the horrific, deranged experiences given to these nameless creatures. Once they had a life, once they were human and had the ability to live as one.

So many have wish and dreamt of being un-human, to be more than what they are. But the question is, is it really worth losing the simplicity in life? To give into the worsened pain, the harder ships, to see how demented the world can really be? To be given these things in this time, here, at this asylum was not your choice, not your dream come true.

Imagine a young boy, perhaps at age thirteen. He was just learning to understand the word and what he wanted to do as he aged older. Well that boy was haunted by his ugly past, his messy parents who always put themselves first and drank their life away always neglecting their only son. Soon his parents split up and ended up in a foster. This boy was out of control with his anger and was registered to this Asylum.He who thought was safe, hewho thought he could recover and just breath, hewas only beaten, insulted, tortured in what he thought was escape only to find more sadistic abuse, he was given a number nothing else,he was there and now is twenty eight. That boy is no longer human, that boy now does not know his name or what he is supposed to do, he only has the intentions of a sick, psychotic mind. All he does is imagine how nice it would be to have a lifeless body on the table and turn their life upside down, to watch that innocent person scream for mercy, to plead and get no answer and only break. Only satisfaction on his twisted smile, this was only one person, usually they came in ranging from 6-25 years old when brought into the asylum.

But there is no sympathy in this defiled prison. Some do actually have a will, usually the new ones, but perhaps old ones hopefully still repeat their name every night before they go to sleep, that the monsters are only made from the ones that made them that way. This is all about a group of victims story, all how they survived this foul place. How they used their curses into gifts to save them, to free them of the prison.

Some were actually crazy, maybe that’s what saved them, and the ones who were sane helped as well. Some lost victims who actually live for their number, that live for the numb creature they are, are used for security. After all, the inhumane abuse and testing has never been revealed or founded. Not one case has been reported due to high security and laws to protect the sealed off building. In this 1950's advance era, no one was aware of the sadistic, morbid activates that are taken and done within the Asylum. This old, corrupted, tainted hell called a hospital is known as, "The Red retreat"

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All rooms start from left, top, down.

PLOT
The unexplained experiment:

• The Asylum had decided to take an appropriate group of patients and lock them in living quarters. 6232 is in charge of the victims as he is also part of the project with the patients, even if he is in charge of watching the victims to keep them from killing one another or hurting themselves he is a victim himself. After all, it is an Asylum.
• This is a recorded from cameras to the doctors that have started the project. It is basically the interactions with one another and how they use their abilities for this.
• They want to watch how odd or hostile they act from being isolated and tested on for so long.
• They are still tested on regularly and will be punished if any rules are broken.
• Vincent is in charge of all their medications in the mean time and is provided with them.
• All injections and procedures will remain to be made in the labs.
• They are locked in their rooms at ten thirty.

Characters:

She is petite standing at hardly 5 feet. Her eyes are forever shifting colors and it was the first un-human modification she got at this red retreat. Her voice is soft and sweet.

Name: She has a hard time remembering; shes sure it starts with a M...or was it a P?

Serial Number: one-one-five-seven-oh; Calls herself 'Oh'

Age:19

Gender: xD female
Orientation: Hetro (Straight)

Personality: She is very sweet; but unexpectedly sarcastic at moments. She talks and sings to herself a lot; fighting off the loneliness. She seems dazed and confused most of the time but sometimes her mind goes sharp and her frailty disappears. These moments are pretty rare for her; she likes to stay safely inside herself.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: 9 very traumatic months

Mutations and abilities: Her eyes can see things that shes not even sure about; night vision, through walls, into a persons soul, and some things that she herself is unaware of. She's stronger than the girl her size should be; but she expects that the doctors strengthened her frail body so she wouldn't break during their harsh experiments. Recently discovered is that when she screams it sends out a high enough frequency to break glass and shred the brains of any mere humans that stood too close. She hasn't been in this place long enough to develop much else, but they are constantly experimenting on her.

Weaknesses: Her mind is very fragile; and even through all this she is very trusting of anyone not wearing a white lab coat. Her screaming ability when fully unleashed doesn't know friend from enemy. She has nightmares every night making her very unfocused during waking hours.

Appearance: http://www.google.com/imgres?num=10&...:10,s:39,i:313
About 12ft tall because of robotic and cybernetic implants. He has a large metal pincer instead of the gun.

Name: Gear is what he is called.

Serial Number: 000010

Age: His older faulty time gauge system has left this a mystery even to him.

Gender: Male, but doesn't really fit all the qualifications anymore.

Orientation: None, he thinks like a robot in this case.

Personality: Gear has something of a superiority complex from his changes causing him to look down on all but the scientists who created him and maybe a few other worthy cyborgs. He is obsessed with trying to improve himself using anything and everything to try to improve his current self. He is actually a lot more intelligent than he looks and given that he is more machine than man physically its not a huge surprise. He has very few emotions that he actually can experience and surprisingly anger is not one of them.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: Approximately 93 years, his best guess.

Mutations and abilities: Enhanced strength, agility, reaction timing, and intellect from robotic/cybernetic parts. He also was given the capability of generating nanobots to break down and absorb metals or electronics. He can plug himself into a computer system using hacking software in his brain and hook ups on his right hand/forearm for access to information, he has a decent amount of information about Red Resort but it doesn't occur to him to use it against the scientists and staff. Lastly, he can discharge stored electricity as a powerful current or blast which is not something most would want to get hit by, he stores it by plugging himself into outlets or other systems.

Weaknesses: Gear may be agile but it doesn't mean he is extremely fast beyond dodging or blocking blows. He requires a fair amount of energy to run currently, but he has hopes that the scientists can solve this problem with a more renewable source of energy than pure electricity or breaking down metal.

Appearance:
5'7 with hair tied up, hair let loose when in her delusion

Name: Eureka (Real name unknown but she is constantly saying this word for no apparent reason)

Serial Number: 121314

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bi

Personality: Due to her delusions, Eureka's personality isn't consistant. When in reality she is unnaturally happy and content with everything as if in some drugged out state of mind. Eureka falls in and out of a specific delusion unpredictably. She believes herself to be a servant of her creator(which she refers to as The Creator), sent to earth to kill those possessed by demons. Over the years she has killed 4 other "patients", but was only put in a straight jacket when she killed one of the scientist. It's still unknown how she depicts who is possessed.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: 5 years

Mutations and abilities: Eureka can absorb all surrounding light, creating complete and absolute darkness. Once absorbed into her body her veins are brightly illuminated until her blood destroys the light on a molecular level. She's still learning other ways to use the absorbed light. Due to the various experiments on her brain to cure her delusions and make her more docile she has gained a sort of sixth sense, able to sense living things within 20 ft despite what seperates them.

Weaknesses: Eureka is confined to a straight jacket most of the time because they can't predict when she's in reality or not, also because she uses her hands to use her ability. She can only utilize her sixth sense when in her delusional state.

Appearance: stands about over six feet. 6'1 (If broken gohttp://fav.me/d4i9it6)

Name: Vincent Taylor; uses his own serial number and tried his best to keep his name to himself, although he does not remember his last name and his first time he mistakes for Andrew sometimes, or Mat…

Serial Number: six two three two.

Age: fifty six and miserably stuck in this eighteen year old body never being able to be taken seriously...

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bi mostly er- Gay- *cough* Ya'know, er- happy?

Personality: Vincent has a very strong temper, usually about the simplest things. It is hard to satisfy him and make him content. He likes being fiendishly delighted from seeing the suffering of others and enjoys watching and observing how the doctors tame and test their experiment on the other humans and creatures. He likes things going his way and expects it to stay that way- with other prisoners anyway. He has been loyal to the staff and the coworkers at the Asylum. He is a trusted experiment but still has many flaws that need to be perfected. He has lost the ability to struggle anymore, his motivation is lost in the lies they gave him. He abides any orders and likes to get testing over quickly, he used to scream and let his mind be engulfed in madness. It seems he let that madness take hold. He has been convinced that this is all good for human kind and was reassured this sending him into his own little frustrated delusion-ized world. He does not like talking about what it was like when he was first here, he has only shady memories of his family and wants to keep it that way. He wasn't always okay with the asylum, oh no, he hated it himself. He is psychotic in many way and perhaps maybe a schizo, he is found mumbling and arguing with himself sometimes and burst out into a rage screaming that it's too loud.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: forty three years and still serving.

Mutations and abilities: Vincent has been experimented with ravens, he has been considered a parasite among most, and un-liked for his abilities. He is able to feed off of memories and experiences, although he has to break into the mind of the organism and through their energy, the experience can be excruciating for him and the creature until he is done. Although he just loves the sight of fear you may just entice him more. He is known for being able to have a companion that helps him patrol the prison, whom is his mutated Raven: six. With his abomination by his side it makes him easy to have multiple eyes by seeing through his eyes. Feathers coat around his wrist hands while extending talons as he sinks into defense mode. In just a normal state he has sharp eyes sight, smell, and sound. He has a habit of feeding off on energy.

Weaknesses: While seeing through the Raven’s eyes he is left almost in a unconscious state and vulnerable, he does not do well with up close attacks and any hard physical fights. He is very week to a large pool of water or any large amounts of water. He is easily angered and can get caught in comebacks. He takes a long time to be able to feed onto someone's energy or mind unless they are unconscious or in a weak state. His usually gets a throbbing migraine and his vision can be altered for hours at a time. Some pains are unbearable and he has to rest for a while. He has terrible nightmares, ones he can never understand and is very sensitive about himself. He can be weak to extreme temps of fire.

Appearance:

Name: Tristle Taylor and like Vincent she doesn't remember her last name either.

Serial number: 6236

Age: Forty nine and kept restored in her seventeen year old body like her brother.

Gender: Female

Orientation: Strait

Personality: Trist can be very shy, but outgoing at the same time it really depends on the person she is meeting. Unlike her brother she doesn't brake into a rage every single second and doesn't judge what people do. She isn't that much favorited by the Asylum so she doesn't control much like her older brother; Vincent. She has a habit of calling him Vinny, and she did not know he was her brother until he found the files in one of the labs one day and had to meet her fifteen years ago, at that time they were barely finished with their abilities and didn't have the personality that they gained in the horrific prison called a hospital.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: thirty seven

Mutations and abilities: Trist is able to manipulate water into ice, she is able to take any heat temp to switch it into a chill so she can freeze it. Although she can't freeze very hot substances, lava, fire; forget it. She can do many things with her elemental advantage.

Weaknesses: Heat, obviously. She does not do good around large crowds of people either, it causes her to panic and freak out to the point where she might accidentally freeze someone. She has to stay in a cool environment after extended amount of time.

Appearance:
Name: Vlad, he can't remember his his real name. His nickname is Ice.
Serial Number: 164367

Age: 18

Gender: Male.

Orientation: Straight

Personality: Vlad is a very cold person, he seem to be obnoxious and not to care about anyone but himself. He rarely speaks or even look at people. Just rather sit in a corner, looking at people. Studying them.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: Three years.

Mutations and abilities: He's able to make his skin/body freeze up, enabling him to take a hard blow without taking any practical damage at all. And to some part able send freezing shock waves, freezing anything that is hit. If it's not very hot. Also he can move small frozen objects but not big ones as frozen metal doors and such.

Weaknesses: He's not able to stay out of his "room", which is practically a freezer. More then about three hours. Or else his metabolism becomes very, very unstable. Leading him to die a slow and painful death. And if he try to freeze himself or objects to much his body overloads, putting himself into a frozen coma. Practically shutting down his body except for some brain activity and heart.

Appearance:
Without the ears and tail until he is angry and they both are 5'10".

Name: Takoda
Serial Number: 825632

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Orientation: Love is Love, right?

Personality: Short tempered with anyone, but Nathan. He doesn't trust knew people very well and is always suspicious until he sees them going through the same things they went through for multiple years. He doesn't give out his actually name to anyone unless he really trusts them, which doesn't happen often. He is constantly attached to Nathan and never leaves his brother alone. He has anger issues and is quick to yell at people and try to get into fights. The only person who can calm him down is his brother and he usually doesn't put a stop to anything, they are typically in fights together. They don't back down even when it looks like they will not be the ones that are going to win they still continue. Pushing peoples buttons is a favorite past time of both boys, but they aren't able to get to the subjects who have been there for longer.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: 9 years

Mutations and abilities: They are mixed with cat DNA making them kind of like a neko. When their emotions are neutral or they are in a rare good mood they have enhanced eyesight, hearing, reactions, and other characteristics of cats. They also have nails that they can make longer or shorter as they see fit. However, when they get upset or angry this all goes away and they are weakened and left with only cat ears and a tail. They don't have the same strength and agility as they would from before. They have heard a lot of talk that this is an experiment to see if they can control anger problems and make them go away, since if the twins want to use their actual power they can't get angry. There has been talk of mixing different DNA with theirs again to see what other sort of abilities they will pick up, but this is planned for after they get their anger in check so they won't attack the doctors. They have also been injected with something that connects them together so that when one twin gets hurt the other will also.

Weaknesses: If Nathan is hurt, he will end up in pain also which doesn't help them in fights since it is like taking double the damage. If they get angry they lose their enhanced abilities until they calm down again.

Appearance:

Name: Nathan
Serial Number: 628426

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bi

Personality: Short tempered with anyone, but Takoda. He doesn't trust new people very well, although a small bit more than his twin, and is always suspicious until he sees them going through the same things they went through for multiple years. He doesn't give out his actually name to anyone unless he really trusts them, which doesn't happen often. He is constantly attached to Takoda and never leaves his brother alone. He has anger issues and is quick to yell at people and try to get into fights. The only person who can calm him down is his brother and he usually doesn't put a stop to anything, they are typically in fights together. They don't back down even when it looks like they will not be the ones that are going to win they still continue. Pushing peoples buttons is a favorite past time of both boys, but they aren't able to get to the subjects who have been there for longer.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: 9 years

Mutations and abilities: They are mixed with cat DNA making them kind of like a neko. When their emotions are neutral or they are in a rare good mood they have enhanced eyesight, hearing, reactions, and other characteristics of cats. They also have nails that they can make longer or shorter as they see fit. However, when they get upset or angry this all goes away and they are weakened and left with only cat ears and a tail. They don't have the same strength and agility as they would from before. They have heard a lot of talk that this is an experiment to see if they can control anger problems and make them go away, since if the twins want to use their actual power they can't get angry. There has been talk of mixing different DNA with theirs again to see what other sort of abilities they will pick up, but this is planned for after they get their anger in check so they won't attack the doctors. They have also been injected with something that connects them together so that when one twin gets hurt the other will also.

Weaknesses: If Takoda is hurt, he will end up in pain also which doesn't help them in fights since it is like taking double the damage. If they get angry or upset they lose their enhanced abilities until they are calm again.

Appearance:

Name: Syrion Nighthawk

Serial Number: 7974664

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Orientation: Strait

Personality: she acts strong willed and determined. Shes quiet stubborne and hates being talked down

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: a mounth

Mutations and abilities: when she gets angry enough, things might start to set on fire. O.O

Weaknesses: Inside she is absolutly terrified and would just like to stay in a dark cornor, curled in a ball. She hates this place and wants her family back, her old life.

Appearance:

Things you can't see from the picture: The many scars along his arms and legs, aside from the name "Leopold", the scars are just random figures. Many of them appear to be flowers and crosses. His height is 5'10", and his weight is 98.7, making him a very scrawny lad.

Name: "He seems to have carved a name into his leg at some point. The name is Leopold, but he is unsure if that was his name or somebody dear to him."

Serial Number: 27437

Age: "He thinks he is about 19, but he is unsure, just like everything else about himself."

Gender: Male.

Orientation: "G-... Err, he doesn't... Know..."

Personality: Quiet, but not shy. 27437 is quiet because he prefers to observe than speak, but when he does speak, he's rather... Kind. He is a bit odd, but how could he not be? He makes strange jokes, that are usually twisted and can be taken as cruel, but he means no harm. The more demented his remarks towards you get, the more he likes you, you could use that as a gauge. 27437 has taken up many hobbies at his stay. One of the hobbies is music, nobody actually lets him listen to music, but you can often hear him singing or humming in his room. His voice is strangely well trained though, perhaps this is not a new hobby?

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: "He has been here for 7 years, 4 months, and 2 days..."

Mutations and abilities: "His vision in purest of dark is superb, he can see perfectly, he doesn't understand why everybody seems to make such a big deal about night. The more light there is, the less he can see, it hurts his eyes and makes them close. He can feel things moving around him, well, much further than around him. He can feel things up to 100 feet away, he knows where everything is."

Weaknesses: "The... The nosebleeds... He gets them every hour, on the hour... It makes him feel awful... He doesn't understand where it comes from... So much blood... Somebody, please, get it out... Light... The Light hurts him so... It pierces his eyes and makes them sting... As if the purest salt is being rubbed into his already so sore eyes... Somebody, get it out of him... Heaving... He gets a bout of dry heaving once a day... It causes him to fall to the floor and tires him to the point of hysteria... Why can't he stop heaving...? He tries to eat more, but it doesn't help, he tries ot eat less, but it doesn't help... What is causing the heaving...? Please, get it out of him..."

Appearance:
http://fav.me/d4ghd4l (Minus the Mohawk, The Glasgow Grin is more Stitched up)
Stands at 6'3" Tall.
Name: Grinner (Real Name Unknown)
Serial Number: 4746
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Personality: Deranged, Psychopathic, Psychotic, the List goes on and on. Grinner is all of those, and more. He's Insane and he knows it. He stays in his room mostly, and only leaves occasionally, And is usually sedated and under guard when he does so.
Length of time at The Red Retreat: 33 Years.
Mutations And Abilities: Grinner's Hands are Clawlike, though he can make them normal if need be, and he has demonstrated during experiments that he was able to feed off of the Memories and feelings of others to survive.
Weaknesses: If he feeds off of others in large amounts, he will Experience an Overload in his Brain, putting him in a Continual state of Shock, which usually lasts for an hour. Grinner has a deep respect for Women, refusing to attack them unless it's necessary. When he feeds on a particularly traumatizing memory, he'll experience the memory as if he was there.

Appearance:
http://fav.me/d3k8uca (Have a 2nd pic with a better view of his "Face")
http://fav.me/dpvr4q (2nd pic)
Name: Fawkes
Serial Number: 329537
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Personality: Fawkes is a calm and collected person, he expresses his views through his actions, though those actions may be considered insane. He scarcely interacts with others, and when he does, only does so quickly.
Length of time at the Red Retreat: Unknown
Mutations and abilities: He can shapeshift into the forms of others, Manipulate Time, and manifest himself as someone's Worst Fear(s). He's been shown to be able to Nullify Other's powers through touch.
Weaknesses: He can't change into someone he hasn't seen, and if he can't touch em, he can't nullify their powers.

Appearance:

http://zaphylla.deviantart.com/art/Evans-186002721
http://iya-chen.deviantart.com/art/Evans-210079386
http://baka-ouji.deviantart.com/art/Passion-204070350
http://nacrym.deviantart.com/art/AT-Evans-193092173
http://tooaya.deviantart.com/art/RL-Evans-280572761

Name: Chrimson

Serial Number: 8462

Age: Twenty Three

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bi

Personality: Chrimson can be quite strange, muttering, chattering, mumbling all day long. He is very out going and playful, but that doesn't always mean int he good way. He is normal most days, but certain things, very strange things or odd anyways; can make him off in his own world for a while. It entices him to dissect or explore the insides of a organism, he also has a terrible, terrible fetish with hands. He does enjoy new friends and wont hold a grudge long, he may look nice, but just under that he can be a whole different level of aggressive psycho.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: Three years

Mutations and abilities: The very first modification was his head actually, most of his purpose were severed parts being able to be reattached and he is still going threw much testing to even be told what treatment he is in for, now because of this he has grew a fascination with severed parts. Due to the mutations and extensions he has had for his head his face has altered to a different colors in his eyes, but his discoloration in his right eye isn't just demonic for no reason. He is able to mutilate someone's body system and make a artery burst, or their hear increase to dangerous levels to burst. Sometimes even fiddle with their brain waves if he has enough focus. He is able to summon hands that reach out from the depths of void- unlighted parts of a room.

Weaknesses: Very loud noises can mess with his head severely and seeing any blood sends him into a strange psychotic phase. He hates anything cold and does not do well with anything not warm, or soothing.

Appearance:http://www.google.com/imgres?start=4...:12,s:489,i:44
She barely stands at 4'10" when she can stand. She is almost nonexistent because of how thin and frail she physically is. Her skin is basically translucent even with the artificial lights shining down on her most of the time. Her hair reached down to her waist level and her other eye is blue where the white should be and white on her iris.

Name: Epiphany.

Serial Number: 79.

Age: 25.

Gender: Female.

Orientation: Bisexual.

Personality: Spacey is the only genuinely consistent thing about her outward appearance or actions. Her other personality aspects can change drastically from day-to-day or encounter-to-encounter depending on the time or place.

Length of time at The Red Retreat Asylum: Her whole life of around twenty five years.

Mutations and abilities: Epiphany has dream manipulation to apply a general term to her power which usually involves either shifting dream patterns, melding into another patient's dream to interact more personally, or even bridging unconscious minds of herself and others in a sort of collective dream. Her power sometimes doesn't just stay in the 'dream world' leading to actions done in the dreams having physical effects on some of those involved in the physical world or parts of the 'dream world' being projected into the physical world making areas change variably. Lastly, being in the presence of Epiphany for an hour or more, depends on the person or patient, often makes everyone surrounding her start to get drowsy and eventually leads to complete unconsciousness in another hour/half hour after the initial drowsiness.

Weaknesses: Very physically weak and mostly unable to remain conscious for more than thirty minutes unassisted. Her powers have a tendency, an increasing one at that, to spill out into the physical world around her as she has grown mentally stronger making Epiphany a complicated and often extremely frustrating patient to those who are forced to put up with her 'mildly' uncontrolled powers.

NOTIFICATIONS

For Those who do not post in 5 days (who have NOT posted at least once since the start of the Rp.) will be removed from the asylum map rooms. Even after being removed, you are still able to rejoin again sometime later if you wish.
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"Oh come on, seriously? This is bullshit!" The victim complain, "They can do just fine on their own, they don't need a full hour clock on those helpless things!" He insisted rudely, he flinched when the Doctor raised his hand, to his surprise he only pointed it to his face, "Now, I have been directed this, it was not my rules and I have not intended this." He reached past his jet black locks and smacked him roughly on head, "Go get your ass in there, and tell them the rules and safely, and I will mention only once quietly into their new quarters. Any more objections and we'll just send you back to the labs for further, 'updates'”. The man stroked his grey goatee after he demanded the ‘patient’ his orders. 6232 groaned and took his glare to the wall, his black feathered companion perched on his shoulder made a annoying caw before he turned back his doctor, "What rooms do I send them too and what rooms do get them from?" he asked stubbornly. He waited patiently and rubbed his finger on his thin scar that laid on his right cheek and eye as the doctor handed him the folded paper within his had, "Here". He took it quickly and turned around to abide his orders quickly, the faster the better.

Rubbing his aching head, 6232 yawned irritated as he got to a cell room, took the keys from his right coat pocket and confirmed the number on the key to the door, "Er-11570, 825632?" He looked back down at the paper and repeated it one more time and made an explanation, "You are being assigned to new locations. Your items and belongings will be transported later. Please come with me, any funny business and you will be immediately restrained and be taken to the labs for further punishment." He paused to swat the squawking little mutant. "We must hurry I have others to relocate as well." He took another look around the room at the others and moved from the door way staring particularly at 11570's eyes.

[Bevolerian]

Ice took a step towards his old yee cell. It had been moved from upstairs to here now, he jerked the big handle of the freezer compartment door. The door shrieking loudly as it slowly slide open, Ice taking a step inside. Breathing in the very cold air, letting out a happy sigh. This was it home as it always had been, he had seen others in the hall. "Not fucking others..." He thought silently as he took a step into the cell. He looked down at the small table in front of him, it was covered with his old belongings. A chess board with small chess pieces. A magazine and a small book. He took up the chess board. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, worn out and barely keeping in one place. His old army boots and nothing on his upper body, revealing his quite muscular upper body. His mohawk was frozen, that's how he kept it standing straight up. And not falling to the sides, without any hair-spray. He half arsed kicked open the freezer door. Taking a step outside, peeking around as he made his way to the living room. The floor under him freezing to ice as he walked across it. He sat down on the sofa, it also becoming quite stiff from the pulses of ice. He looked down at the chess board, and formed his arms around it. He gave out a small shock wave, freezing the chess pieces. Starting to move them around with his bare mind. As they were frozen he could practically move them around without even touching them. He started to play chess against himself, like always. Battling his own mind.

[EchoedLove]

It was like any day, trying to ignore the girl he shared a room with and hating the time he spent away from his twin. It was torture waiting until the next time they could see each other. Sometimes he would get random headaches and just knew that whoever it was that Nathan shared a room with was pissing him off. Well it was like any normal day until that boy, who had been here since 825632 even arrived. As he announced that they were moving rooms, the boy watched suspiciously. This guy hadn't aged a day since Takoda had arrived at the age of nine.

"Like hell I'm moving," he snapped remembering that his twin was in his own room. There was no way the two of them were getting split up. He stood up from the horribly uncomfortable bed he had been lounging on. "I'm not going anywhere with either of you," he said glaring at both of them. Was this some sick joke by the doctors? Why would they be doing this? Maybe they were taking them to knew experiments? He felt his senses sharpen quickly before the cat ears sprouted out of his head. "Dammit," he cursed realizing he couldn't put up any fight. "Whatever, let's go," he muttered looking at the girl.

[Killas]

Four guards split up to go fetch some other victims that still remained in their original rooms, they were all creatures created from the asylum, many patients were never able to decipher if they were machines, or if they actually did have emotion in a advanced body.

One of the large guards in their dark navy printed T-shirts arrived at one three-patient room, with out even knocking he unlocked it with a provided key and opened the metal door and announced, " 000010, 3251460, 252462. You are all being relocated to new cells, all belongings will be transported after the successful move, all questions will be answered at arrival, please follow me." The blank voice said clearly then turned he body away to exit from the room and waited a few feet from the door.

The second heavy duty guard with a different number on his back did the same routine and unlocked a metal cell door and informed the victims, "7974664, 32456, You are all being relocated to new cells, all belongings will be transported after the successful move, all questions will be answered at arrival, please follow me." This one did the same movement and waited a few feet from the door.

The third making a slight difference from the rest he still made an announcement but seemed harsher from the rest, "628426, 121314, You are all being relocated to new cells, all belongings will be transported after the successful move, all questions will be answered at arrival, follow me without further a due." He grunted with what seemed to be a glare and approached 121314 and had to take her from a cloth handle on the back of her strait jacket, it was rules to escort the ones who are equipped with a strait jacket. He waited a few feet from the door for the other one with patient in hand.

The fourth one made this one into a rush, "27437, 4747, and 52637. You are all being relocated to new cells, all belongings will be transported after the successful move, all questions will be answered at arrival, please follow me." And walked quickly a few feet from the door to await them.

[Shadow Link]

In a dark corner at the back of the cell sat a young looking boy who stared guitely on the ground ignoring whomever shared his cell. You could almost mistake him to be day dreaming but then again he might have been. He just silently stared down at his boots as if time stood still.

32456 or perhaps Ivan stood up from the dark corner he was sitting as soon as he heard the guards announcement. He stood for a moment memorizing the guard's face as he did with everyone he saw. He liked to keep profiles of all the faces he saw and when he learned something about that face he would be sure to memorize it. No need to remind him a second time. Ivan let out a sigh like a normal living being would and smiled faintly. "Very well, as you wish Sir." Slowly he began to exit the door and follow the guard to his destination still ignoring his cell mate.

[Shiftipher]

A mop of shaggy, ashy hair popped out of the cell door, while bright teal eyes focused on the icy floor. 27437 was now sad. He was going to just wear his fuzzy socks today, but Ice had already left his snail's trail around the hall. He quickly recoiled into the cell, where strange shifting noises were made. Suddenly, out popped 27437 in a snug long sleeve, stripped with green and black. The spindly boy never had pants that fit him correctly, some where too tight, some were too loose, these were the later. The pants were falling off him a bit, so his shaky hands were continuously tugging them back up to his hips. He was obedient, enough, so when the big scary guard demanded him to follow, he did. As he carefully tread on the iced floor, his workman's boots were making a less than savory squeaking. It made him cringe a bit, but there was nothing he could do.

"Where is he moving to? Is he going to have roommates...?"

His voice was rather shaky and cold, and each statement drifted off to a whisper at the end.

[C hell C]

Echo was humming to herself when a boy walked in, she didn't budge her gaze from the wall until he said her number. She blinked slowly looking at him, did he say new locations? Her heart beat quickened, expecting the worse but she stood up slowly. Watching her roommate throw a hissy, then giggled to herself when Pop! his ears came out. She went to grab for his tail but straightened back up when he swung his angry gaze her way.
For some reason he was in more of a foul mood then normal, guessing at his anxiety she zoned out, staring blankly at him for a moment. Blinking hard she whispered to him, "Don't worry. Your brother will be there." Not that she knew where there was. Her mind was starting to get foggy so in a daze she started walking to the boy with the parrot on his shoulder. Singing softly to herself she said, " Its raining, its snowing. Where the hell are we goooing?" She looked up at the boy in time to see him looking her in the eye she smiled clueless.

[General Scales]

Gear had been sitting in his corner of the room staring at the floor in the middle of the room. He was itching to do something besides sit in the room with two humans, though one did have a metallic arm making him less of a inferior being. He occasionally shifted every once in a while if only to annoy the others by making his arms scrape against his body or sliding his feet on the ground. It didn't bother him but he found the reactions amusing in a very slight manner.

Gear slowly looked up at the guard in his generally emotionless gaze. A change of scenery might help the time pass. He immediately moved to follow the guard which now had little sound besides a quiet hum and movement of some of his own parts. He said nothing purely because there was no reason for him to ask anything currently, he would have to wait until later to ask about any improvements they might have for him to test.

[Killas]

Vincent rolled his eyes at the two, "Shut up you damn crazy's." he insulted and turned his back making his way down the hall way, "Your being shoved in the basement with the rest, you two and I are sharing rooms." He said distastefully, not long after his raven upon his shoulder cocked his head almost completely backwards to stare at them, shifting his head back and fourth like any regular paranoid bird. "Rule number one for my room, no hairballs. Two; touch my things and I will shove your hand in the garbage disposal in the sink." He made a short chuckle admiring the image that came in his head, it pleased him to think of that rather than spending his time with other patients. He took a deep sigh and continued down to the basement stairs and pushed the key into the metal door and opened it, "Look for your numbers on the bedroom doors, you can find them yourself." Vince took no thought into having sympathy for them and for being here, just treated them with the same cruelty he did for the rest and closed the door behind the two as he entered with them.

The guard had ignored Ivan's manners and didn't wait around for the girl's answer, just proceed down to the basement and stopped when getting to the doors, "You belonging's will be returned shortly, the boy accompanying the quarters with the rest will answer any questions." He opened the door and shoved both inside and locking it behind him before leaving quickly.

The other guard didn't answer his questions when they arrived at the quarters and answered as he opened the door, ""You belonging's will be returned shortly, the boy accompanying the quarters with the rest will answer any questions." And shoved him inside with the other and locked the metal door that squeaked with every turn on the hinges.

[Shadow Link]

Absently he tried to open the door but of course it was locked. He sighed once more as he surveyed his room. It was practically empty without any of his belongings but it wasn't like he really needed them after all he was just a machine. So he quietly found a nice dark corner at the far end of his knew living quarters and sat down to once more appear as day dreaming. His mind told him he should read something but with his belonging's having yet to be transported he instead decided to look back on all the knowledge he stored in his memory before he was devoured by this "boredom" the humans sometimes complain about though he never really understood what they meant.