The Unknown Asylum discussion

Lenobia forced Kyra onto the table, Kyra thrashing around. It reminded her to much of her raping.

Kyra yelped as the cold needle thrust into her. "Stop!" She cried with a gurgle. It was one of the few things she'd said.

"Shall we take a look at her history? I'll read it to you while you begin." Lenobia said.

"Of coarse." She opened the file and began to read. "Sha has basic psychic ablities and has been working with our professors on how to move solid objects. She excels in mathematics, language, and art. She was raped when she was seven and was repetedly murdered but each time was a fail."

"It says she'll have long life, longer than others, but unknown if she will live forever. It says she grows very slowly. "Tell, me how old does she look to you?"

((Say something youger, lol, younger than 14))

"She's amost 15, Sven." She said. "Don't forget the ovary."

"Yes. Yes" She said studying the file.

She handed him the beaker.

Camie came in silently and put her lips in a straight line.
Her dark eyes looked to the other expirementers. Her eyes held a smile as her lips held a bigger smile now.
"Weekly Checks are comming soon~!" She grinned and said in a sing-song voice.
"New meat~! New blood~! New Fun, Fun, Fun~!!" She made notes on a paper.
"Time to assign gaurds to the true duty of their positions! To catch bad kids so we can suck the life and hopes and dreams from them~!"

(Uh...what did you just do to kyra?)

enobia chucked, looking the other way,

Camie watched in interest. "That's not bad, Sven~! That's just not normal~!"
Her voice was cheery.
Her sharp nose jutted down as she took notes. Her lips still held that smile of joy. Or was it evil thoughts?
She was hungry and had to feed soon, being the vampire she was. And beautiful as she was as a vampire.
She smelt the blood and her fangs wanted to grow, but she was fine.
"New Blood~! Blood, Blood, Blood~! Yum! Yum! Yum~!" She sang, not caring if Raven heard or any of the patients.
She quickly wrote down notes as she hummed a happy little tune.

((Oh, yeah))

She laughd, trying to conceal it and turned on the sink. "You should've thought this through more thouroghly." She said.

Camie grinned. "Not the best way! But a way indeed!"
She tied her hair back with a rubbed band as her sharp and large nose sliced back to the clip-board. As if making notes for Raven or some head other than herself.
Camie hummed happily as she quickly wrote. So, she had a big beak, but she was still beautiful to anyone, except most women who would scowl and growl at her, and in which would soon be found dead with their blood sucked clean from their body and they'd look like a squished juice-box.

She looked at Sven and then Len. Camie frowned in Len's defense.
"Oh, Sven! You could've told that if you looked at her panties!"

((Not yet))

"I had no idea." She laughed.

"Well, you should know Ovulation times of the menestrual cycle and you just shoved your arm up her vagina. You shove your whole damn arm up her vagina and you don't think to look at he panties?" She sighed with a tiny chuckle at th male.
The 30 year old vampire quickly scribbled down more information.

Lenobia laughed.

"Think next time then." She smirked softly.
Her long dark brown hair still pulled back.
Her sharp feature looked back to her clip-board and almost began to trot away.

Lnobia handed him the scalpel

Goth: *~Kat Della-Rayna~* :Emo wrote: "Lnobia handed him the scalpel"

((lol, hey))

"No, no, you go ahead, dear. I know how much you love doing this." She said putting on her glasses and looking more closely at the file.

She nodded. "Fair enough." She smiled. "She'll be waking soon."

She smiled. "You're welcome." She said.

"Yes, one moment." She said setting down the file and untying Kyra so she could get up when she awoke.

"Good, let's get Kyra, then worry about the eyeball later." She carefully lifted the trapdoor.

"That works too. Like I said though, Kyra now, eyeball later. Ready?"

"Okay. Careful. If they come back, you run back down there with Kyra, and I'll take the actual door, got it?"

Susy shook her head. "Just do it, you have a better chance to get away if you go that way. If you use the door you'll just run into guards. And don't let them see who you are!"

"They can't do much more to me than they already have. And honestly, you're more important. Now come on." She opened the trap door and climbed through.

Susy checked the door. No one was outside. "We're good."

"Do you think she'll wake up soon? As in, in the next 30 seconds? Because we have to be gone in 40."

"Grab her and let's go."

((Yeah me too. Good night!))

Susy held open the trapdoor for Venelope and Kyra to go through. As they were climbing down they heard voices outside the Room.

((ok))

((no problem lol))

((I'm confuzzled here, what are we doing???))

((kk))

((ok so you want to or should I))

((ok))

"Eep!" Susy shrieked. "Go go go!" She kicked the trapdoor closed as Venelope and Kyra disappeared through it. "Hi, Zipphorah."

Susy tapped her chin and pretended to ponder the question. "Now, see, I can't really answer that because I honestly don't know. I mean, I'm assuming you mean the poor girl whose eyeball you just took out, but I don't know where she is now. I mean, I could try and guess, but...well, that could take AGES. As for who's helping me, well, you are right now."

"56 years," said Susy. "56 years, Zipphorah. There's absolutely nothing you can do to me, and you know what, you don't know who they are, do you? But really, 56 years and you think you know the secrets of this place better than me?" She laughed. "I was here when you were BORN. You don't scare me."

"Well, obviously, that might be a little hard. I suppose you could bulldoze Mt. Susitna, but that's just a TEENSY little bit out of your range of power. And stupidity, surprising as it may be. But yeah, eventually, you'll go back to selling my blood and my hair and attempting crazy surgeries or whatever it is you might decide to do, but for now, there's nothing you can do to me. As you may have noticed, or maybe not, this room has an awful lot of stone in it."

"Oh, dear goodness, look how scared I am." Susy rolled her eyes. "But you forget a heckuva lot, don't you? Now you've done. You really have." She was shaky from the loss of blood and sank down into the floor. Literally into it. "You idiot," she said. "I can't throw them around, yeah, but remember that talk we had? Maybe it wasn't you. But now here I go into defense mode, and ew this floor is disgusting." She was up to her waist now. "So how I'm gonna get out if it, you tell me." She kept sinking.

Susy cursed. "Do you mind?" she said. "There's a bit of rock on my foot, and it's a little uncomfortable." She wiggled her foot, which was completely encased in stone.

Susy grinned. "I was only trying to be helpful."

"So how far are we going this time? Because you know I get bored easily."

"Are you saying I'm not?"

Susy glared. "Sorry, I thought you liked conversation. No, wait, that was guy who died last year. Very mysterious. But I'll be quiet. Not a sound, no screaming, no crying, no whimpering, nothing."

Susy didn't answer, pointing at her lips and pretending to zip them.

She did a little flip with her wrist and pointed at her mouth.

Susy rolled her eyes, the cuts were already healing. Words appeared etched in the stone. Number 1, ow, you turd. Number 2, make up your mind. Do you want me to answer you or not? Because I made a promise.