The weather wasn’t abnormal for spring at Wonderland Asylum, the near super cell grade thunderstorm booming all around. It seemed befitting almost, as things weren’t always as they seemed in the Asylum. What was up could be down, what was right could be left, and the line between right and wrong was a blurred mess. Nothing ever seemed to be right, but then again, nothing ever seemed wrong either. Perhaps it was just the feeling of an insane asylum, but the patients and the staff always knew that there was something more to the walls of Wonderland.
Perhaps it wasn’t quite comforting of see “We’re all mad here” etched into the archway as you entered the creepy, seemingly worn building. The storms outside didn’t help with the menacing demeanor that the Asylum held either, but even in the sun there was always a sort of ominous feel to it. Something that made nightmares feel like a bit of comfort and dreams, though rare,a safe haven. The green eyed blonde, a newly admitted patient at that, studied each detail with a bit of horror almost. It was as if love had never seen these walls, and cruelty and pain just led on. No light… just darkness.
She shook herself from her thoughts as she was brought into the main hall with the other patients and she studied them with a sense of disdain almost. There was a girl, a beautiful girl at that, with bright blue eyes and long dark hair brushing the locks of a porcelain doll with a very childlike girl sitting near her. It was almost as if the older girl had planned to make the younger a living doll of her own, but she couldn’t be certain. Not far from them had to be the older girl’s sibling, because they looked far too much alike to not be related. She shook that thought from her mind too as she spotted a man in his twenties, a patient at that, tending to a feisty red haired patient who was insisting she throw her paintbrush at the boy with bunny ears across the room.
I don’t belong here. I’m not insane. Alice Thompson thought to herself as she casually took a seat with the raven haired beauty, grooming her dolls. “Well, well, a new face. How lovely.” The girl quipped and Alice rose a brow. “Forgive my manners, I’m Olivia, but you can call me Liv. And this precious thing here is Laura.” She smiled, motioning to he younger girl near her.
Alice gave a slow nod, “Pleasure, I’m Alice.” She looked down at her hands in a subconscious manner and Olivia just reached out and held her hand. When Alice looked up and caught the smile Olivia was giving her, she felt almost calmer.
“it’s quite alright, love. Most of us aren’t really insane either. But we’re here for one reason or another. Oh, you might want to duck.” She said, covering her dolls and when Alice ducked she saw a paintbrush slathered in red paint flying across the room.
“Evan! I’ve told you, that is no way to treat new guests!” the man with the red head scolded and she rolled her eyes.
“She shouldn’t be here!” the red head, who Alice assumed was named Evan, hissed. “She’s not like us!”
“Now, now, she could be.” The man said, and Evan crossed her arms over her chest.
“Whatever, Chris. I’ll just pull her hair and make things out of it. Just like the doll girl.” She muttered as he pushed her slightly over to the table.
“Come on, let’s go introduce ourselves.” Christoph said, and soon he found his way to the table with Olivia and Alice speaking. They both stopped and looked over to him and Evan, and Olivia gave a sly grin.
“Hey Christoph, what brings you here?” she batted her eyelashes in an odd manner, and Alice rose a brow to her.
“Evangeline and I thought it would be good to meet the new victim… I mean patient.” He smiled, and A ice gave an odd look. “I’m Christoph, and this is my sister Evangeline. She does prefer Evan tho.”
Alice nodded, “Nice to meet you both, I’m Alice.”
Evan was quiet for a moment, but Christoph’s hands remained on the girls shoulders. “You’re not like us! You need to leave! You a.ruin everything!” Evan screamed, and it caused a couple of nurses to look over, but none of them came over just yet.
“Hush, hush, Evan, you’ll scare Laura.” Olivia whispered, looking to the fragile girl to her side. Alice just looked between them and stood, removing herself as quickly as she could from the intense situation. She really didn’t belong here, and she could understand Evan’s anger. The only reason she was even here was because her mother couldn’t handle her night terrors anymore. She had been to the hospital more times in the last month over the recurring night terrors than she ever had before.
Something about a strange land being in danger of falling apart. The queens were at war without being at war, a darkness was be falling the land and warping everything that once was, and a cruel king. She could quite place her finger on it, but this place felt like her dreams had in a weird way.
Alice sighed as she walked and she found her way over to a pale girl who seemed oddly familiar and she sat down. “Hi there, I’m Alice, what’s your name?”
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Olivia watched a moment as Alice walked away from the small group of loons she was now surrounded with. If Christoph wasn’t so attractive, she’d not even have tried to keep them near her, but her own vanity called for a certain level of attractiveness to be near her. Laura, he poor insane girl she had been looking after for the day, was gorgeous for being so young. She was clinically insane, but she had a feeling it had to be from being in this place for… she didn’t even really know how long.
“Evan, why did you scare poor Alice away?” Olivia asked, her voice softer than silk, but it edged with annoyance. “Got to learn to give chances there, darling, otherwise you won’t get anywhere.”
Evan rolled her eyes. “Says the liar.”
Chris then looked down to his sister and shook his head. “Be nice, Evan.”
The red head growled and stomped away, going back to her easel, painting with her hands rather than a brush. Chris shook his head and sighed. “A pleasure, as always, Liv, but you have pissed off my sister. Let’s hope I can calm her down before meal time, hmm?”
Olivia rolled her eyes a bit and sighes, going back to her dolls. Her eyes flicked to her brother again. The whole reason she was here was her brother, Ryan. Daddy dearest admitted him, but Liv couldn’t stand not having him around, so she admitted herself with… well, she couldn’t even remember now because she had a feeling they’d never make it put again.
What a shame it was.
Perhaps it wasn’t quite comforting of see “We’re all mad here” etched into the archway as you entered the creepy, seemingly worn building. The storms outside didn’t help with the menacing demeanor that the Asylum held either, but even in the sun there was always a sort of ominous feel to it. Something that made nightmares feel like a bit of comfort and dreams, though rare,a safe haven. The green eyed blonde, a newly admitted patient at that, studied each detail with a bit of horror almost. It was as if love had never seen these walls, and cruelty and pain just led on. No light… just darkness.
She shook herself from her thoughts as she was brought into the main hall with the other patients and she studied them with a sense of disdain almost. There was a girl, a beautiful girl at that, with bright blue eyes and long dark hair brushing the locks of a porcelain doll with a very childlike girl sitting near her. It was almost as if the older girl had planned to make the younger a living doll of her own, but she couldn’t be certain. Not far from them had to be the older girl’s sibling, because they looked far too much alike to not be related. She shook that thought from her mind too as she spotted a man in his twenties, a patient at that, tending to a feisty red haired patient who was insisting she throw her paintbrush at the boy with bunny ears across the room.
I don’t belong here. I’m not insane. Alice Thompson thought to herself as she casually took a seat with the raven haired beauty, grooming her dolls. “Well, well, a new face. How lovely.” The girl quipped and Alice rose a brow. “Forgive my manners, I’m Olivia, but you can call me Liv. And this precious thing here is Laura.” She smiled, motioning to he younger girl near her.
Alice gave a slow nod, “Pleasure, I’m Alice.” She looked down at her hands in a subconscious manner and Olivia just reached out and held her hand. When Alice looked up and caught the smile Olivia was giving her, she felt almost calmer.
“it’s quite alright, love. Most of us aren’t really insane either. But we’re here for one reason or another. Oh, you might want to duck.” She said, covering her dolls and when Alice ducked she saw a paintbrush slathered in red paint flying across the room.
“Evan! I’ve told you, that is no way to treat new guests!” the man with the red head scolded and she rolled her eyes.
“She shouldn’t be here!” the red head, who Alice assumed was named Evan, hissed. “She’s not like us!”
“Now, now, she could be.” The man said, and Evan crossed her arms over her chest.
“Whatever, Chris. I’ll just pull her hair and make things out of it. Just like the doll girl.” She muttered as he pushed her slightly over to the table.
“Come on, let’s go introduce ourselves.” Christoph said, and soon he found his way to the table with Olivia and Alice speaking. They both stopped and looked over to him and Evan, and Olivia gave a sly grin.
“Hey Christoph, what brings you here?” she batted her eyelashes in an odd manner, and Alice rose a brow to her.
“Evangeline and I thought it would be good to meet the new victim… I mean patient.” He smiled, and A ice gave an odd look. “I’m Christoph, and this is my sister Evangeline. She does prefer Evan tho.”
Alice nodded, “Nice to meet you both, I’m Alice.”
Evan was quiet for a moment, but Christoph’s hands remained on the girls shoulders. “You’re not like us! You need to leave! You a.ruin everything!” Evan screamed, and it caused a couple of nurses to look over, but none of them came over just yet.
“Hush, hush, Evan, you’ll scare Laura.” Olivia whispered, looking to the fragile girl to her side. Alice just looked between them and stood, removing herself as quickly as she could from the intense situation. She really didn’t belong here, and she could understand Evan’s anger. The only reason she was even here was because her mother couldn’t handle her night terrors anymore. She had been to the hospital more times in the last month over the recurring night terrors than she ever had before.
Something about a strange land being in danger of falling apart. The queens were at war without being at war, a darkness was be falling the land and warping everything that once was, and a cruel king. She could quite place her finger on it, but this place felt like her dreams had in a weird way.
Alice sighed as she walked and she found her way over to a pale girl who seemed oddly familiar and she sat down. “Hi there, I’m Alice, what’s your name?”
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Olivia watched a moment as Alice walked away from the small group of loons she was now surrounded with. If Christoph wasn’t so attractive, she’d not even have tried to keep them near her, but her own vanity called for a certain level of attractiveness to be near her. Laura, he poor insane girl she had been looking after for the day, was gorgeous for being so young. She was clinically insane, but she had a feeling it had to be from being in this place for… she didn’t even really know how long.
“Evan, why did you scare poor Alice away?” Olivia asked, her voice softer than silk, but it edged with annoyance. “Got to learn to give chances there, darling, otherwise you won’t get anywhere.”
Evan rolled her eyes. “Says the liar.”
Chris then looked down to his sister and shook his head. “Be nice, Evan.”
The red head growled and stomped away, going back to her easel, painting with her hands rather than a brush. Chris shook his head and sighed. “A pleasure, as always, Liv, but you have pissed off my sister. Let’s hope I can calm her down before meal time, hmm?”
Olivia rolled her eyes a bit and sighes, going back to her dolls. Her eyes flicked to her brother again. The whole reason she was here was her brother, Ryan. Daddy dearest admitted him, but Liv couldn’t stand not having him around, so she admitted herself with… well, she couldn’t even remember now because she had a feeling they’d never make it put again.
What a shame it was.