Wargrave Asylum IC

[Myst]

The large mansion looked imposing and menacing under the grey sky. Not somewhere you would expect to find children. Not somewhere you would expect to find anyone. But everyone knew of Wargrave Asylum. At least, everyone who was supposed to know.
For the staff it was a job.
For the law enforcement in the city it was a drawer to shove all of their problems in, never to be opened again.
For the inmates... it was both hell and home. Both a prison and a safehouse. One they would be in for the rest of their lives.
Because you see, the inmates are some of the most vile, sadistic, cruel, and downright crazy killers that society has deemed too dangerous to be allowed to be free.
The little girl stared out the window at the grey world outside. Grey was all she really knew now. Grey walls. Grey people. Grey days. Grey clothes. Grey food.
She hated grey.
She closed her eyes and went to her happy place: a room covered in blood and body parts, a glinting knife in her bloody hand, her brother laughing with her as they carved up their victims...
Her brother...
Miles...
Sally began to cry. She didn't mean to. She was 12 years old and too big to cry. But she always cried for her brother. Not that anyone listened or cared.
The person outside her door, the mean orderly that she hated, the one that stared at her sometimes in a way she didn't like, looked through the small window of her door and banged on it loudly.
"Shut the fuck up you little bitch!"
Sally glared at the door, a look of pure hatred and evil on her face. The guard quickly walked away. She smiled. He may be a big strong man, but he was afraid of her. Her. A 12 year old girl.
Of course, a lot of people were afraid of her.
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Dr. Janet Darwin walked down the hallway of the women's ward. She stopped at a particular door. She opened it without hesitating. Unlike the other staff of Wargrave Asylum, Dr. Darwin did not fear the inmates. She saw them as little more than large more intelligent rats, nothing to fear.
"Sally," she said in a voice that held both false kindness and real menace. "The orderly tells me you have been crying again. Would you care to talk about anything dear?"
Sally gave the doctor the same evil glare, but not as potent. While she hated the doctor more than the orderly, she was also a little scared of the doctor. There was something about her that wasn't right.
"I want my brother," Sally said for the 50th time since she had been admitted to Wargrave Asylum.
Janet Darwin sighed and shook her head. "Sweetie, we have talked about this. You and Miles bring out bad things in each other. It is safer and better for your mental health that you be kept apart."
"I want my brother!" Sally said, picking up her tray of grey food and hurling it against the wall.
Janet looked at the food with a raised eyebrow, then back at Sally. "If you continue to act like a bratty child Sally, you will continue to be treated like one," she turned to the orderly. "Take her to the recreation room, but do not let her have anything. She will sit and watch everyone else enjoy themselves. Maybe then she will start behaving properly."
With that she left, smiling to herself. One just had to know which buttons to push. With the Greyson siblings, it was fascinating to keep them apart and watch how the growing strain affected their small minds. The boy, Miles, had attacked an orderly the day before when it had been let slip that his sister was in the rec room, which was down the hall from his ward.
Yes, their bond was truly fascinating to see.
And maybe, just maybe, soon she would bring them together. Just fleetingly. Behind bars. They would not be able to touch each other, but they would be able to speak.
What would to two murderous siblings say to one another?
Janet could hardly wait to find out.

[Metronome]

Orren was quite happy with his home at the hospital. Many of the orderlies were so nice to him, and a few even came to talk to him daily. He'd never really known what it was like to be smiled at and talked with. Most people outside the hospital avoided him, and his father had never been in the mood for his nonsense. Orren didn't like to think about his poor, dear father. Unfortunately, he did so just about every day. 100 liked to tell him that his father's suicide was partially his fault. That only upset the young man more.

100 didn't like the hospital. He said that if the orderlies liked him so much, they would have let him out of his cell by now. They wouldn't have him jailed up. He didn't hesitate to tell Orren what he called the truth. The smiles on the nurse's faces were fake. They all hated him, every last one. He should kill them all. But Orren did his best not to listen. Sometimes he could tone 100 out by humming.

The black haired man sat in his cell, his back facing the bars. He hummed happily to himself as he painted colorful pictures on a brand new canvas. There was a blue cat, a tree that grew windows, and a cloud made of purple fur floating in the sky. His painting never made much sense, but they were sure fun to make! As he worked, one of the orderlies came up to his cell.
"Is that for me?" She asked cheerfully, a smile on her face. Orren turned to look at her before breaking out his own giddy grin.
"Yeah!" He said, grabbing the canvas and tearing it off to bring it to her. "I worked on it all night."
"Well, it's beautiful." The nurse chuckled as she took the canvas and rolled it up. Orren seemed quite pleased to hear that. He grinned from ear to ear and waved happily as the nurse went off to finish whatever it was she was doing.

[DearJayne]

"Good morning, Kila." Elisha Caine said, opening the large metal door to her ward's room. Caillech looked up from her seat by the window. Without thinking, the younger woman sprang up, and crossed the room in four long strides, wrapping her arms around Elisha's neck.
"Ellis!" She said with a smile as she pulled back, dropping her arms to her sides. She beamed at the older woman, before returning to her seat by the window. "Don't tell anyone, Ellis, but I'm feeling quite sane today." She said, straightfaced, not looking up from the window. Elisha smirked, knowing Kila better than she let on.
"On a scale of one to ECT?" She asked, straightening up the younger woman's bed as she spoke. Kila seemed to think for a long while.
"I'd say... Maybe a cocktail including valium and lithium, maybe." She said, not able to fight the smile anymore.

[Argetlam350]

Vaas sat in a cornor of his room, slightly sedated and drugged out of his mind inside his straight jacket. It was the only way to keep him from doing anything out of his insanity and after the last incident that left one of the guards with a missing hand, they weren't taking any chances. Out of anyone in that insane asylum/mansion, Vaas might of been the most insane. He didn't care for anyone, didn't care on who lived or died. He loved suffering and pain, especially inflicting it onto others. Yet dispite his craze apperance now, he had once been a good little boy, a boy who obeyed his parents. That was before he found his passion. Sure some say he did it for the drugs and money but really, he joined the slave trade business of the underbelly of the world because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed tormenting people as his little toys and having people fear him.
His reign of evil lasted for years until law enforcements finally took him down. Dispite all the evidence though they couldn't send him to death row. No, he pleaded insanity and was sent to Wargrave Asylum. Now he plotted and waited always. Plotted his escape, plotted how he would torment the people here, how he would murder some of them, and plotted on how he would love to watch the place on fire.