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    1866, Weston, West Virginia

    The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum for the mentally ill was founded in 1864. Since then it has had a reputation of beholding the worst of the worst. Between the walls of Trans-Allegheny die many souls who are buried in the gigantic graveyard on the edge of the grounds. It is told to be haunted with bad luck and everyone who is locked up inside, won't ever leave the grounds. Dead or alive. Now in 1866 the asylum has been reopened, after it was closed for several months due to a particularly gruesome murder inside its walls. Eight clients have been transferred from different other asylums to spend the remaining of their insane lives in Trans-Allegheny, but it is not only walls that holds the clients inside. According to the rumors, the doctors who have been appointed to take care of the clients aren't quite sane themselves. Welcome to the horrors of Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum.

    R O L E S
    DOCTORS
    Killian Theodore Cliffwood • Ian Somerhalder (narcissist) // Lizor
    Edward Isaac Jones • Iwan Rheon // Shireen
    Norman Richard Galloway • David Gandy (drug addict) // Miall

    Katherine Williams • Scarlett Johansson (sadist) // Macabre
    Elaine Ophelia Hershey • Kristina Romanova // Shocker
    Adaline Ruth Baker • Elizabeth Olsen // Viraha


    PATIENTS
    Charles Alexander Madkins • fc • Paranoid Personality Disorder // Lachesism
    Henry Nicholas Reign • Daniel Bederov • Major Depressive Disorder // Viraha
    Lukas Heathford • Arthur Daniyarov • PTSD // Marlow
    Jethro Niclas Hayes • ? • Borderline personality disorder // Scythe
    Lilith Stanbury • Violet Ell • Schizophrenia/ED // Macabre
    Anastasia Florence Chau-Se • Daul Kim • Dissociative Identity Disorder // Lizor
    Therese Scottsman • Lorde • Hysteria // Shireen
    Dorothy Margaret Crawford • Cora Keegan • Bipolar // Miall


    T O P I C S
    Roletopic
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    S T A R T E R
    It is early in the morning and the patients arrive at Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. The doctors and nurses are ready to examine them completely before they get showed to their small rooms. The patients aren't allowed their own possessions in and have to walk around in pre scripted clothes. They have to wear white pants - men - and a long ankle skirt - women - with an elastic band instead of a fly and a white blouse.

    R U L E S
    † There is maximum of two roles.
    † Only Macabre and Lizor make new topics.
    † Posts have to contain at least 250 words.
    † No fights, unless it's in character.
    † OOC in playing topic between hooks or in the spam topic.
    † 16+ is allowed.
    † Without permission you can not control other roles.
    † Don't shut anyone out and try to read the posts from others.
    † In your post you name your name, role, location and the person you role is with.
    † No Harley Quinn's or Tate's.
    † Take the year into consideration when you pick a face claim.
    † And above all; have fun!

    [ bericht aangepast op 18 jan 2017 - 17:09 ]


    My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

    Dr. Adaline Baker

    28 Doctor Hall



    “That’s rather ironic, a doctor feeling unwell.” I give her smile. Perhaps it is, though the fact that she’s able to joke, comforts me even more. Within my mind, that simple fact means she isn’t completely lost. “You should, I’ll find my own way down then.”
          I glance over to Therese, who seems kind enough to understand that situations like this one take priority, however I feel like I can’t just leave her here to fend for herself. The thought that Lukas is somehow involved in this terrifies me more than it should, simply because I know I might have made a mistake concerning him. I won’t make a second one by leaving her here all by herself, leaving opportunity for even more chaos to erupt.
          However Killian simply nods and disappears before I can respond, so I ponder the option to simply continue my way. Kindly I fold my arm around Therese’s and keep on guiding her. “It’s not far from here, I’ll just go with you, okay?” I ask and keep on walking, trying to push my sickness to the back of my mind. There’s no time for ailments now. “Lady, what do you enjoy to do? Perhaps reading? We offer some books here.”
          However, I freeze when I hear Killian shout for back-up. “Damn it,” I mutter and apologetically frown at her. “I’m so sorry, I’m afraid I have no other choice. Please continue down the hall, the double doors to the Common Area will be open. I’ll return as soon as I can, so just wait for me there.” I let go of her arm and quickly make my way towards the shouting, only to be confronted to a horrible image as I see one of the other patients carrying an apparently distraught Elaine and Lukas being restrained by two of our guards.
          My heart sinks as I realize what has happened. “Oh God,” I mutter and glance over towards Killian and Elaine, only to make way to Lukas. “Let’s take him to his room,” I tell the guards. “I’ll go get a sedative.” I sigh and look at Lukas, with nothing more than pity. “Oh, what happened, dear Lukas? You seemed so calm when you left my office.” I deeply frown. “You know there will be consequences for this, but first – let get you back.”
          I glance over my shoulder, before I follow the guards who guide Lukas. “Killian, please take good care of her.”


    A girl who wonders.

    HENRY NICHOLAS REIGN

    24 • Depressed/Suicidal • Patient





          ”I-You-Who are you?” the woman in my arms stammers as I notice her eyes are taking in my appearance. Must all be quite a mess for her, I realize. “I am… fine.” I snort, giving her smile. “Err.. Could you perhaps take me back to my office?”
          ”You’re not fine, I’m afraid. So let’s take it easy for now, yes?” I ask, kindness hiding in my voice as I look at her. Damn, her eyes are beautiful. However, when another doctor comes running and starts screaming at us – or mostly, Lukas and Jeth, I stop in my trail. Almost instantly I hear the more than psychotic let out what I can only describe as a growl and before I even realize it, the patient from whom it came is lying on the ground as he has been tazed by the male doctor. Bloody hell.
          I tiredly sigh and glare at the beautiful woman again. “It’d have been my honor, ma’am. But perhaps, another time?” I softly put her down on her feet but keep supporting her. “Hold on, beautiful. Doesn’t seem too bright of an idea to go on a stroll all by yourself just yet.” I patiently wait until the other guy takes over my support and only then, I allow myself to take a few steps back and let the exhaustion wash over me again. What possibly could have made me forget my tiredness for a few minutes?
          ”Thank you, Henry and Jethro, for your help. I am going to take this miss away now, can you please go to the common area and wait there until we have got everything cleared out?” I nod and glare at Jeth, as I follow him to the common area. Once there, I place my hand on his shoulder. “You did well, mate,” I mutter and glance at him for a mere second, when I continue my path and allow myself to sit down on one of the sofas, which – to my luck – happens to be rather comfortable.




    A girl who wonders.

    Elaine Ophelia Hershey



    He didn't tell me his name.
    ‘You’re not fine, I’m afraid. So let’s take it easy for now, yes?’ He said with a tad of kindness in his voice. I fought the urge to protest, even though I still found it loco that a patient was helping me out. Unfortunately, I was simply too weak to utter a word and I also didn't want to look ungrateful. Therefore I decided that it'd be better if I kept my mouth shut, so I nodded.
          ‘Back-up!’ Somebody yelled. I recognised the voice to be Killian's. ‘I need back-up!’ Some sort of relief washed over me. Not to be rude or unthankful towards the two patients of course, but to be helped by Killian, a doctor, made me feel less uncomfortable. I think it had something to do with pride and dignity because being carried by the male patient who was holding me wasn't that uncomfortable actually. Suddenly everything happened crazy fast. From one moment to the next everything got chaotic and I closed my eyes at the sight of Lukas being tasered by Killian. He had to Elaine, I told myself. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Lukas' limp body was being dragged away by the guards.
          ‘It’d have been my honour, ma’am. But perhaps, another time?’ The patient put me down on my own feet again and luckily Killian was there to support me, or I would have probably collapsed right away. I managed to smile at the male patient when the world had stopped spinning and looked into his eyes, so as to say ‘thank you’. Killian said it for me out loud.
          ‘Thank you, Henry and Jethro, for your help. I am going to take this Miss away now, can you please go to the common area and wait there until we have got everything cleared out?’ Henry and Jethro. I peeked over Killian's – broad – shoulders to look at the person who had actually prevented Lukas from killing me. I felt like he was Jethro. The man who had held me ever so gently must be Henry then. Both men disappeared to the common area. I took a shaky breath and shivered a little.
          ‘I...’ I sighed and slowly picked up all the files and Therese's folder. ‘Thank you, Killian.’ My voice trembled and I looked up at him quite embarrassed ‘Would you mind accompanying me to the archive?’




    Doctor • 28 • Major OCD issues & obsessed with perfection • Examination room/office • Henry, Lukas and Jethro


    I just caught the wave in your eyes

    Katherine "Kath" Williams
    ηυяѕє • ѕαᑺιѕт • єχαмιηαтιση яσσм • ωιтн ᑺσт


    Not even bothering with suppressing it, Kath rolled her eyes when the girl again took ages to answer her questions. The woman turned on her heels, heading to her desk where she got her red lipstick out of the drawer of her desk. She bent over, not caring much about the amount of cleavage. She wasn't exactly the typical 'classy, reserved nurse'.
    For about the fifth time that day, Katherine refreshed the red color on her lips by going over it again with the lipstick. She smacked her lips, though she kept a close eye on Dorothy in the reflection of her little mirror. She was just standing there, all tensed up, shrugging and biting her lip. Kath felt the speed of her heartbeat increase; it wouldn't be long before she'd lose her patience. All she wanted right now was to dump the bitch in her cell, get back to the quarters and perhaps spend the night with Killian again. Either that, or torture the hell out of the girl. She had no enjoy in this slow, self-pitying brat of a patient.
    With a deep, heavily irritated sigh the nurse turned around again to face Dorothy, and that's when she finally decided to open her mouth.
    "My parents..."
    Ah. A useful answer.
    - "Your parents?" Kath repeated, sitting down on her chair, folding her legs as she wiggled her foot a little whilst she scribbled some things down again. "Go ahead. What can you tell me about them?"
    Katherine glanced up, staring at Dorothy from under her long, curled lashes. "And I'm telling you now, Dorothy, I am losing my patience. I want to get this over with as bad as you do and if you will hesitate, ignore my questions, hurt yourself or whatever sort of trouble you can possibly create right now, I will make you suffer to get it out of you. Understood?" Despite her dark words Katherine sounded calm, and a smile was resting upon her lips.
    "So, what were you saying, darling...?"

    DEATH IS SUCH A FLIRT. . .

    [ bericht aangepast op 2 jan 2017 - 19:35 ]


    "When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.''

    Lilith"Lily" Stanbury
    ραтιєηт • ѕ¢нιzσρняєηια • єχαмιηαтιση яσσм • ωιтн єᑺωαяᑺ




    As she spoke, Lilith anxiously watched him write everything down. She hated this — she felt like a freak. She most likely was, anyway, but having it rubbed into her face by watching doctors write down every word she said, still wasn't nice.
    "How did they come to be, Lilith?" Edward calmly asked, waking her up from her thoughts. Her eyes met his. "You said at least Charles has been there ever since you were little, then others come and go, but something must have triggered them to show up, don't you agree?"
    Lilith dug her teeth into her lower lip, chewing on it, pulling the loose skin off of them. As he got up, her eyes wandered to his notebook. He had nice handwriting.
    "I don't know. Probably. They just help me, I don't mind it. They can stay." Her fragile shoulders fell into a light shrug. In the beginning she was terrified, of course. All these strangers wherever she was - laying in bed, showering, walking down the street. At the most private moments, even when her dad entered the room in the middle of the night. But after a while she got used to it; they became real to her. A shoulder to cry on, even though they weren't always as nice to her.
    "After all, it is just your mind playing tricks on you..."
    Lilith heard his voice coming from behind her. She didn't even notice him walking up to her - she had been too lost in her own thoughts. So the second he spoke, he startled her once again, making her flinch a little. She did not turn to look, though, keeping her eyes fixed onto his notebook. "They are real," she mumbled, repeating her thoughts.
    "Did something happen, Lily? Something terrible that shook you so much that you made up someone to guide you through the rest of life because you couldn't do it yourself anymore? Hm?"
    A shaky exhale left her lips. It creeped her out, how on point he was with his words. The girl briefly closed her eyes, reminding herself of the promise she made herself.
    Never tell anybody.
    "Not that I know of," she said with a quiet whisper, trying to remain as calm and neutral as possible to not to betray herself. "I... I don't know. They came so long ago, I can't remember."
    Lily swallowed thickly, hoping that he would buy it.

    I HEAR THE HORRID VOICES
    OF SOMEONE ELSE'S ANGELS

    [ bericht aangepast op 2 jan 2017 - 20:33 ]


    "When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.''

    Dorothy Margaret "Dot" Crawford

    Patient — 24 years old — examination room — Katherine


    I will end you! I will fucking end you!

    The nurse turns around again after re-doing her make up and I look down to my feet again. I don't want to look at her. Her gaze is... too intense.
          'Your parents?' she asks. I still am standing on the cold floor, my feet are bare and pale white, because I wasn't allowed to wear anything else. I don't understand they do this to us, we might be crazy, but we need warmth too. 'Go ahead. What can you tell me about them?'
          I stay quiet for a while, because I don't know what to tell her. That they blamed everything on Satan? That God had a plan for me? I don't even know. It is very, very hard. The nurse starts talking again, and I don't really know if I like her words, but I listen: 'And I'm telling you now, Dorothy, I am losing my patience. I want to get this over with as bad as you do and if you will hesitate, ignore my questions, hurt yourself or whatever sort of trouble you can possibly create right now, I will make you suffer to get it out of you. Understood?'
          I quickly nod, letting her know I understand what she's saying. I take a deep breath and shake my head, thinking of my parents. I don't even want to think about them. I hate them.
          'Satan,' I mumble and for the first time in a while, I dare to look up again at the woman in front of me. Her bright red lips stand out against her pale skin. 'My parents thought I was possessed by an evil spirit.' My voice cracks, I can hardly even hear myself speak, but I talk. I finally talk about m past. Not because I want to, but because the nurse in front of me wants me to. I prefer to forget everything, but she won't let me. It's painful, it hurts. 'They made me go through an exorcism, to rid me of the devil...' I close my eyes as I think about it and I shake my head. My fingernails press into the skin of my hands and I again bite my lower lip. I hate this, it hurts to think of it. I was in so much pain and agony and nobody understood me.


    I, Tahani Al-Jamil, shall do my level best to make every event too much.

    Anastasia "Stas" Florence Chau-Se
    My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.”


    24 • Dissociative identity disorder • Examine Room • Doctor Galloway

    'How are you feeling, Miss Chau-Se?' he asks and he sits down on his chair. I watch him for a while and do not answer. I just chew on my food and study how he sits hunched over his paper. He is probably writing down what I've done and I feel slightly ashamed. This is his first impression of me. A crazy girl. I am not crazy, not really. I am just slightly... different and sometimes another person comes along to visit. Or maybe it is the definition of crazy when you talk to yourself like that. The food tastes good and I get a bit of my old strength back.
          'Does her picture bother you?' I ask him. My voice sounds gentle, but also very curious. 'Also, I am feeling better. I feel like myself again. I will not try to kill you again, I promise.' I smile at him weakly and shift a little on my spot. I place the tray with left overs on the desk and pull up my knees. I look at the handsome man in front of me and tilt my head. 'Doctor, can I ask you something?' I ask, but I do not wait for him to formulate an answer. 'Do you ever feel like you are going crazy? Is that why you drink? Or do you miss her so much, you need something to numb the pain?' I tilt my head. I have already figured out that the girl on his desk means a lot to him. I am a lot of things, but I am not stupid. I have got him figured out, or well, a bit. I know he is in pain. I know he is hurt by something she did or something that happened to her. No, definitely something that happened to her, otherwise she would not be on his desk. He loves her. 'I once loved someone too, but he left me,' I tell him. 'He wanted to date and be loved one girl... not by four, though I think only two me-s really loved him.'


    诶艾诶娜哦诶娜艾诶


    My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

    Killian Theodore Cliffwood
    Mephobia is the fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everyone dies... no, wait, I already am.”


    29 • Narcissistic • Office • Elaine
    'Killian, please take good care of her,' I hear the voice of Dr. Adaline Baker tell me from the other side of the room. She is escorting Lukas. I look around at Henry and Jethro and am glad to see they have decided to listen to me. They are not so bad as people make them out to be.
          ‘I...’ She sighs and I help her with the papers. ‘Thank you, Killian.’ She is great at pulling herself back together, but she is still trembling all over her body. ‘Would you mind accompanying me to the archive?’ she then asked. I shake my head and open my office door, that is close-by. I help her inside and take the papers from her.
          'Sit down now,' I tell her. 'I can bring these back to the archive.' I help her to my great, comfy chair and place her there. I then start rummaging through my stuff and eventually come up with a small bottle of a dark brown liquor. I fill two crystal glasses and press one of them into her hands. 'Here you go,' I say and I smile. 'Just take a few seconds to catch your breath before you go back to work, alright. I know we are not supposed to let the patients intimidate us, but we are still human.' I kneel in front of her and carefully push a strand of hair behind her ear. She really is beautiful. I tilt my head and give her my warmest and most charming smile. 'Let me know when you are going to speak to Lukas, alright? I will make sure I am free so I can be there. He won't harm you again. Promised, alright?'

    The call me Charming, no, no, not prince... Doctor,
    Doctor Charming.


    My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

    Elaine Ophelia Hershey



    He led me to his office instead.
          ‘Sit down now.’ I took a look at the chair and the idea of sitting in that chair suddenly seemed very appealing to me. Killian gently forced me to take a seat. ‘I can bring these back to the archive.’ I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him a bit confused. I wasn't that weak. I stubbornly got up but regretted it right after as my vision got cloudy and I felt like I was about to pass out. Maybe I was that weak. I shamefully sat down again and started fidgeting with the hem of my blouse. ‘Here you go.’ I immediately moved my attention back to Killian again and wrapped my fingers around the crystal glass. The scent of alcohol filled my nose and I immediately took two big gulps, even though I usually didn't drink at all. I felt like I deserved to numb myself a bit after what had occurred, however. ‘Just take a few seconds to catch your breath before you go back to work, alright. I know we are not supposed to let the patients intimidate us, but we are still human.’ I nodded slowly and forced myself to plaster a smile onto my face. He squatted down in front of me and I couldn't help myself but stare at him. It wasn't until now that I had really paid close attention to his appearance. I had obviously noticed that he was quite a good looking man, but never had I noticed his dazzling eyes. My Goodness, Elaine, get your shit together, you sound like a pathetic sixteen-year-old talking about her first boyfriend. He gently pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and flashed his stunningly white teeth at me while he smiled at me most charmingly. ‘Let me know when you are going to speak to Lukas, alright? I will make sure I am free so I can be there. He won't harm you again. Promised, alright?’ I cleared my throat, took in a deep breath and gazed down at my trembling hands.
          ‘Yes...’ I whispered and finished the drink he had given to me. ‘I–Thank you, Killian, for helping and taking such good care of me–’ I hesitated ‘–now I get why some patients tend to call you Doctor Charming.’ I looked back up at him again and chuckled quietly. ‘I eh...–’ My eyes darted from him to the papers in his hand and back to him ‘–could also bring them to the archive myself, really, but perhaps you would like to walk with me, in case I get strangled again?’ And yet another failed attempt at making a joke.



    Doctor • 28 • Major OCD issues & obsessed with perfection • Examination room/office • Killian


    I just caught the wave in your eyes

    Norman Richard Galloway

    Doctor — 35 years old — examine room — Stas


    No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

    'Does her picture bother you?' she asks. But her question doesn't answer mine. I look up at her, her voice sounds calm and her gaze seems more curious than before. I decide not to answer and I continue writing down the things that have happened. 'Also, I am feeling better. I feel like myself again. I will not try to kill you again, I promise,' she then says and I once again look up in her eyes. She looks better than half an hour ago, too. It's an amazing change and I can't say I'm not happy about it.
          'Good,' I say and I place the pen on the desk, closing her pack of files and placing it in the drawer of my desk.
          'Doctor, can I ask you something? Do you ever feel like you are going crazy? Is that why you drink? Or do you miss her so much, you need something to numb the pain? I once loved someone too, but he left me. He wanted to date and be loved one girl... not by four, though I think only two me-s really loved him.'
          The last words really stand out. Four, she says four of her. So I think I've met three out of four now. Who knows what the last one can do, I don't really want to find out.
          I want to tell her the truth and yet, I don't want to tell her anything about Beatrice or my drinking problem. She doesn't need to know, nobody needs to know. The picture in the frame on my desk says enough and I truly don't want to tell anyone about my past. I want the picture so I won't forget Beatrice' face. I never, ever, ever want to forget the way she looked, the way her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. I never want to forget her bright, shining eyes and her smile. But nobody else needs to know. Ever. 'It's none of your business, Miss Chau-Se,' I answer her question, looking straight into her eyes. 'I'm the doctor, you're the patient. It's not the other way around, understood?' My voice sounds calm, but cold at the same time. I don't want her to treat me like one of them. I'm not crazy, I'm not mentally ill. I'm just scarred, wounded. The love of my life died before we could even properly build up a home or a family together, how would anyone feel after that?


    I, Tahani Al-Jamil, shall do my level best to make every event too much.

    Killian Theodore Cliffwood
    Mephobia is the fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everyone dies... no, wait, I already am.”


    29 • Narcissistic • Office • Elaine
    She gazes dreamily at me, but does a very good job to hide it. ‘Yes...’ she whispers and takes the drink. I smile gently. ‘I–Thank you, Killian, for helping and taking such good care of me–’ she hesitates for a moment ‘–now I get why some patients tend to call you Doctor Charming.’ She chuckles and I laugh.
          'You do?' I ask. 'I understand that.' I grin and stroke through my dark hair. I wink at her.
          ‘I eh...–’ She looks at the papers in my hand and I look up into her eyes. ‘–could also bring them to the archive myself, really, but perhaps you would like to walk with me, in case I get strangled again?’ I chuckle softly and shake my head. I carefully caress the bruises on her neck and tilt my head.
          'Of course,' I tell her. 'I will walk with you. Do you want another minute or do you think you are strong enough now?' I ask. I pet her knee and slowly get up. I stick out my hand. 'We can also take a stroll around the facility, if you like that?' I ask. 'Maybe it would do you good, take off the edge you know. Also, I wouldn't mind being in your company for another while. Come on.'

    [Short sucky post, don't judge. It's monday.]

    The call me Charming, no, no, not prince... Doctor,
    Doctor Charming.

    [ bericht aangepast op 9 jan 2017 - 14:12 ]


    My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

    Anastasia "Stas" Florence Chau-Se
    My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.”


    24 • Dissociative identity disorder • Examine Room • Doctor Galloway

    'It's none of your business, Miss Chau-Se,' he answers. The way he looks at me gives me a chill and I flush slightly. 'I'm the doctor, you're the patient. It's not the other way around, understood?' His voice sounds extremely cold and stern. I have no gone of the small line there was and stepped into his privacy. That wasn't the right move. I bite my lip hard and look down. I swallow and it takes me some time to man up. I don't want to be rude to him. He seems nice and it is good to have some nice people around me, especially in this place. After a while, I nod slowly.
          'Sorry, doctor Galloway,' I tell him eventually. I avoid his gaze and slowly get up. 'I will go back to my room now, thank you for taking care of me.' I am still trembling on my feet. I want to crawl into my bed underneath a thick blanket and pine about what has happened today. I pick up the tray and take a step forward. I don't want to leave him. In these few hours I have spend with him, he has actually grown on me a bit. He isn't like the other doctors. He doesn't treat me like a crazy girl or well not all the time. I bite my lip and force myself to start walking towards the door. I pass the picture of the girls and stop to look at it. I can feel the flask of liquor press against my belly. I sigh deeply and push the door open. I turn around in the doorway and look at him.
          'I look forward to our next session... Norman,' I whisper.


    诶艾诶娜哦诶娜艾诶


    My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

    LUKAS “LUKA” HEATHFORD


    Patient • 22 • PTSD • hallway • Jeth

    Killian sprinted and grabbed him, tasing him. A scream left Lukas’ mouth before he got knocked out on the ground. He failed to physically show his pain, yet he was crying in his mind.
          “Thank you, Henry and Jethro, for you help. I am going to take this miss away now, can you please go to the common area and wait there until we have got everything cleared out?” He vaguely heard, before two guards secure the poor guy. Lukas looks around him, not having the energy left to speak anymore. He sees how presumably one of the doctors is taking the woman Lukas attacked with him and how Adaline is coming his way. Immediately he feels embarrassed. What did he do? He ruined all the trust he just build up with her. Well done Lukas.
          “Let’s take him to his room,” Adaline told the guards. “I’ll go get a sedative.” Sedative? No. No no no. Lukas shook his head, to let her know he did not want one. She sighed and looked at Lukas, with nothing more than pity. “Oh, what happened, dear Lukas? You seemed so calm when you left my office.” She deeply frowned. “You know there will be consequences for this, but first – let get you back.” She glanced over her shoulder, before she followed the guards who guide Lukas. “Killian, please take good care of her.”
          ”I-I don’t need no sedative,” Lukas whispered. “I do not want one!” Lukas started to sob. He wanted to run again, but these guards weren’t guards for nothing. Lukas would stand no chance. While Lukas was being brought to his room, he started to think about the consequences Adaline was talking about. He stared at the woman.
          “I do not want sedatives,” he muttered, looking at her begging. He bit his lip. “Please?”
          ”And what consequences do you mean?” He then asked. He did not want to admit it, but he was quite curious about what consequences she was talking about, even though he knew they would not be any good for him.


    That is a perfect copy of reality.

    Elaine Ophelia Hershey



    I started fidgeting with the skirt of my dress again.
          ‘You do?’ he asked, but didn't really give me the opportunity to actually answer that question. ‘I understand that.’ I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes visibly. Talking about narcism, but hey, what had I expected? Killian was infamous for his narcissistic traits. His icy blue eyes pierced right through me as he looked at me and it made me feel somewhat nervous. I warily eyed his hand as he lifted it up, oh dear Goodness, was he going to strangle me as well now?
    He wasn't.
    He tilted his head and instead caressed my neck and the probably visible bruises. I whimpered a bit and slowly backed off a little, as it hurt a lot, like, a lot.
          ‘I will walk with you. Do you want another minute or do you think you are strong enough now?’ he asked as he patted my knee. He then got up and stuck his hand out to me. ‘We can also take a stroll around the facility if you like that? Maybe it would do you good, take off the edge you know. Also, I wouldn't mind being in your company for another while. Come on.’ I took his hand and slowly got up, so as to avoid another dramatic scenario. Was it just me or was he making advances to me? I held onto his hand tightly and shrugged nonchalantly.
          ‘Maybe it would indeed,’ I say quietly, smiling at him. ‘It isn't chilly outside, is it? I would love to wander around in the gardens a bit.’ Us, doctors, don't get to get out that much, so I was actually getting really excited. He probably could tell, as my whole mood had changed positively. ‘That is if you don't mind, of course.’



    Doctor • 28 • Major OCD issues & obsessed with perfection • Examination room/office • Killian

    [ bericht aangepast op 9 jan 2017 - 20:00 ]


    I just caught the wave in your eyes

    Killian Theodore Cliffwood
    Mephobia is the fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everyone dies... no, wait, I already am.”


    29 • Narcissistic • Outside • Elaine
    I can see the pain in her eyes as I touch the bruises in her neck. She clasps my hand as I pull her up and I know she is still not stable on her feet. I take advantage of that and slide one of my muscled arms around her waist. I look at her and force my face into a worried complexion.
          ‘Maybe it would indeed,' she replies to my offer to walk with her. ‘It isn't chilly outside, is it? I would love to wander around in the gardens a bit.’ Her mood seemed to shift and I returned her smile with a rather charming one of mine. ‘That is if you don't mind, of course.’
          'No, but you can borrow one if my jumpers if you like,' I tell her and I take the one that is hanging over the chair. 'I don't mind of course. Otherwise I would not have offered it.' I hand her the jumper and then lead her outside, leaving the papers stacked on my desk. I lock the door behind us and take her to one of the doors leading outside, trying to avoid other patients and doctors. We aren't supposed to leave while on duty, but this time we have a legit reason. That and I have plenty of influence here. The air is cool, but the sun is peeking behind the thick clouds and warms us as we step outside. I am still holding her close to me and look at her, pretending to worry, but in fact checking her out.
          'How are you feeling?' I ask.

    The call me Charming, no, no, not prince... Doctor,
    Doctor Charming.


    My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.