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Post by Adriana Burton on Nov 4, 2007 11:16:36 GMT -5
So, mental institutes were for insane people. Yes, everyone knew that. So why did they send people who were perfectly sane here? Well, okay she'd admit that 'perfectly sane' wasn't exactly right. But sane nonetheless. So she was a little odd, that didn't make a person insane. And so what if she'd attempted murder, that was perfectly justified. See, you're allowed to kill someone if they cheat on you. Or at least you should be allowed to, cause that's just wrong and those people deserve to die.
She sighed and plopped down into one of the big chairs in the center of the library. The library was actually pretty nicely sized, books covered most of the place ranging from children's stories (for insane five year olds?) to dark horror stories (for the insane. Really, did they even think before doing stuff around here?) and there were a few couchs and many chairs and tables in the center for you to come and sit and read or talk (but quietly, cause remember, you have to 'Shh!' in the library). It was actually pretty deserted at the moment though. Of course there were the mandatory guards located in various places, all who now seemed to have their eyes glued to Adriana's every movement since she was the only one in here other than the librarian and them. She felt like yelling at them to 'Find another freak to stare at, someone who's worth your time' but resisted, last thing she needed was to start trouble and make things even worse for herself. As it was she planned to act as perfectly sane as possible to prove that they made a mistake and so they'd let her out of here.
She straightened her posiition up, like a perfect little lady she was (Ha! She was probably one of the most boyish girls you'd meet, but she was acting remember) and opened the book onto her lap, careful to hide the cover. She'd selected one of the worse horror/murder books she could find, granted it was mild since this was an institute for the insane, but no one but herself needed to know she was reading it. The only thing to possibly give away which type of book was the glint in her eyes, that look you see in eyes of killers or crazies when something wrong to 'normals' has caught their attention and they like it. [/center] |
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 4, 2007 17:17:34 GMT -5
Syron had actually gotten 1 small freedom granted, If he promised not to fight with the guards any more He would be allowed to go and read quietly in the library. He doubted this would last long, With his love of freedom... He'd wind up killing another guard or two in a few days.
2 guards surrounded him, He was handcuffed, leg cuffed and had a chain on his neck, both guards had their tasers drawn. Syron walked into the library and the librarian looked like she was going to have a heart attack.
"What the hell is that dog doing here?!"
She said to the men.
Guard
"Its a freedom he now has, hes yours mam."
The took the handcuffs off of him and the leg cuffs, they also removed the neck cuff holding him. The guards had their hands towards their pants pockets.
Guard
"Act up in here and we will shoot you."
"Blow off."
Syron said and pulled away from the men. He walked over to the horror section.
Steven king... The dark tower series book 2.
He had read the first book and was planning on reading the second. Thanks to his hook ups in this asylum he was able to get pretty much anything he wanted.. however he hated the guards and it was far from being free...
He walked over to a table and set down... He began to read the book in his head. However he was not unaware of the others in the library... The one who got his attention the most was a girl who was being watched closely by the guards. Syron stood up and walked over to her.
"Your eyes... Their dark, full of darkness..."
He said coldly
Syron's eyes were as nonchalant as usual. His uncaring expression seemed to darken any room he entered. Yet they had a look of coldness about them, a look in which he always kept... It was not as though he was trying, It was merely how he felt about the world and the people in it in general. He set down at the same table with the girl.
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Post by Adriana Burton on Nov 4, 2007 22:57:46 GMT -5
Adriana was torn from a rather great part of her book by some voice that had appeared at her table. A man who had done nothing wrong was getting literally ripped to pieces, while still alive, and the author put extreme detail into the way he was being murdered. The voice caught her attention just as a dog was savagely ripping away a rather important part of the man's anatomy and her eyes gazed up coldly to the source of the distraction.
So her eyes were dark and full of darkness. Boy was he intelligent, any idiot could've figured that out. "Yes." she replied simply with the same cold tone to her voice, implying that she was a bit irked that he'd interrupted her. "You've got here just in time for this helpless little man who's already lost his arm and half a leg to get castrated by sharp fangs of a vicious hound. What a fun way to see someone die." Uhm, remember she was supposedly acting 'sane'. Yeah, she pretty much blew that one now. Oh well, it's not like any guards heard her anyways, it seemed their attention was still there but now that'd he'd joined her they seemed to back away, out of earshot at least and seemed to get as far away as possible while still doing their job. Adriana noticed this with vague interest; it seemed those huge guards with the tasers and guns were afraid of one of the patients, well wasn't that interesting. Maybe better than reading about murder.
"They act afraid of you." she stated, not letting her interest show in her voice, it was merely an observation but she would like to hear a why.
[[ps. the book thing, i'm making that up as i go, lol so no asking what the hell she's reading cause i really don't have a clue]] [/center] |
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 4, 2007 23:27:57 GMT -5
(ooc: Lol sure thing.)
Ic;
Syron's look remained the same.
"They are afraid of me... Because I do not fear death nor them. Tell me do you want to rot in this place or are you interested in freedom? "
Syron said coldly and looked around at the guard, The guard met Syrons cold and cruel gaze with a equally evil one.
Guard
"What are you looking at?"
"They say the louder they bark. The more afraid they are... Shall I cut out your tongue?"
Guard
"Watch what you say or I'll shoot you."
"Will you? Remember we are on camera and your arguing with a insane boy, not to mention you just threatened a patient. I'm insane whats your excuse?"
Syron said coldly.
The guard walked over to him.
"Listen you dumb fuck, If you utter another threat we'll beat the hell outa you tonight."
The guard said
"Hmm... Remember what happened last time, 3 of your men died. Remember their last words fool? "Please no... I'M sorry" "
Syron said coldly the guards face went to a shock of terror. He walked back to his post and said nothing more.
"My name is Syron Black Cross. You may have heard of me. The Black savior, I never caught your name but your eyes, Their unique from the other fools who inhabit this place. "
Syron's cold eyes stared straight into the girls who was in front of him. She was unique, He looked upwards at the ceiling, They had a sky ceiling so people could see the sky, The light reflected off of Syron's eyes. It was the first time he had seen daylight in months
Syron looked back down to the girl and waited for her response.
His black muscle shirt reflected his gang tatoos and his skin was very pale from lack of sunlight. His jeans were torn in the knees and were rather fashionable, He had killed a man for the money it took to buy his outfit. His black gloves shielded his hands and razor blades were loaded into the gloves to kill whomever he wished.
Most people knew him as the Black Savior because he was so cruel and spoke of saving himself and those that followed him, He himself knew it would not be easy. There was very little chance of them succeeding after all.
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Post by Adriana Burton on Nov 5, 2007 9:24:49 GMT -5
As the first guard backed away in fear, another one appeared behind Adriana, seemingly hiding from Syron. "You do realize you're talking to a murderer there, right?" he spoke into her ear but loud enough from Syron to have heard as well. A light smirk appeared on her face and was followed by what sounded like an evil giggle. "Yes. You realize then you're speaking to two?" Okay, so technically the girl hadn't died, but she'd been close enough to death that the courts considered Adriana a murderer so she could call herself one. The guard backed up instantly.
She turned her attention back to the boy as he introduced himself as Syron and the Black Savior. Nope, never heard of him. "Can't say I've heard of you. But yes, they are different than any I've seen as well, as are yours. Most in here have that 'Oh no, please don't kill me' or 'I want to kill myself' look. You have the look of a killer, not some wimp like most that end up here." Yes, she realized that she had avoided telling her name, which he seemed to be asking to know. Well, he'd told her his and his 'title', one that he'd no doubt given himself. What could it hurt to introduce herself to a fellow killer slash psycho. "And my name's Adriana." Nice and simple and no need for him to know her last name as well. No need to give away too much personal information, at least in her eyes there wasn't.
She shut the book that had been resting in her lap and placed it on the table between them. No guard was close enough to see the cover any more so she wasn't too worried about them figuring out she was more insane than she let on or let the courts and doctors know. She readjusted her position so that she was sitting indian style in the chair, probably not the best idea considering she was wearing a rather short black skirt at the moment but she never cared about stuff like that, if some guard (or even Syron) tried looking she'd just punch them in the face. Even if he was the 'Black Savior', no male saw her girly goodies without getting hurt. [/center] |
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 5, 2007 16:51:46 GMT -5
Syron looked at her as cold as ever, A man was approaching him. The man was 21 and built like a tank.
"Savior... You told me to meet you today."
The man said looking at the girl smiling.
"Yea I did, I wanted you to leave... I no longer wish for you to be in my services, You are hearby expelled from the crusade of freedom, If you talk to anyone about me or say utter anything I do not like... Ill slit your throat."
Syron ran his hand over the mans neck causing blood to pour down the guys chest, The guy looked in utter horror.
"Don't worry, Thats a small wound. Now leave me and miss adrina to speak."
Syron said coldly
"Y...Y...Ye...Yes I will... But please... Think about it, Letting me stay I mean."
The man said and walked off his entire body was slumped he looked as though he had just had his lifes ambition crushed.
"Your chance at freedom is over. Rot In here or in hell.. your choice."
Syron said coldly
The man turned.
"No you gotta take me!!! Ide rather die then stay here!"
The man pulled a knife out and aimed straight for syron. Syron stood and moved out of the way not touching the guy. Syron had set a trap on the seat of his chair he had stuck a pencil in the back so that whomever set or fell into the chair would be impaled. The penice stuck straight through the mans chest and killed him instantly.
The guards quickly ran over there.
"What happened."
The guard asked
"Oh... Sorry he fell on my pencil in the chair, I was merely playing with it. "
Syron said and pushed the chair over with the man in it. The guards picked him up and ran him to the infirmary.
"Fools often beg for life... Its those who are like us that succeed and take control of all who opose us. Their are 2 types of people in this world... Demons and prey. Which are you miss Adriana."
By this time she probally had realized syron didn't speak like a gangster, Despite h is gang tatoos he was a high up gang leader who went to many business meetings, and had educated him self, He was quite a killer... Despite his intelligence, He was a thug... More or less anyway.
"Not to mention Im getting sick of the scenery in my gang... And girls are always more intellgent then guys, So what do you say... Do you desire freedom or will you rot here?"
Syron said smiling. He kept his eyes staring straight into hers. Despite the fact he was a guy he could control his sex drive.
His blue eyes were cold as ice.
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