St. Peter's Asylum discussion

Dark, damp and crowded with towers and towers of filing cabinets filled with the deepest, darkest, and juiciest pieces of information about all of the asylum's patients. This room is supposed to be off limits to all patients and is only accessible to those special staff members trusted enough to hold a key. Word has gotten around that the rusted and loose lock on the door can be easily picked so that keyless residents can enter as well.

RP here.

Curled up in the back corner of the file room, the asylum's resident haunted girl looked absolutely haggard. Long red hair hung limp and unkempt, matted into various snarls about her head, and blue-green eyes were dead; dull with grief and the overlying stoniness of the cynically insane. Rowan had her knees tucked up under her chin and her trembling arms wrapped about the knees, and was now rocking slowly back and forth as she tried not to moan. She hadn't picked the old lock and come in here to read the files--she had come for solitude, where she could suffer through her stupor in peace.

Eilir, having gotten terribly lost, had found her way into the filing room, door unlocked. She crept down the stairs, cobalt blue eyes already widening in fear as she grew colder by the minute. Shivering, she pulled her fair isle sweater closer to her body, drawing the fleece blanket in her arms around her body. "Hello?" the Scandinavian called. "Anyone here?"

And now the moan came out. "Go away..." Rowan didn't want anyone stumbling across her in this state, not now. Troy was more than enough horrible company for her, and she didn't want anybody else coming by to mock her or try and figure out what was wrong.

Eilir gulped, then shut her eyes and pushed her way into the maze of files. "Oh, of course. You sound like you're perfectly fine." Though the cold made her uneasy, she could still maintain an aloof personality and sarcastic comments. Once she arrived near the sound of the moaning, Eilir beheld a girl curled on the floor, fiery hair a mess and looking like the perfect poster child for the asylum. "What's up with you?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow, and wrapping all of her various clothing around her even more tightly.

This is exactly what she didn't want. Rowan buried her head in her hands in an attempt to ignore the girl, a shudder passing through her. Was it possible that she ever get away from anything? She was never allowed freedom, it seemed. Not from people, not from light, not even from her own mind. And Troy; she supposed he counted. It was painful, these realizations, and the girl shuddered again before stabbing at her bottom lip with her teeth as she so often did. She could already imagine it bleeding; it would be by the time she was done here. Of that she was relatively sure.

Eilir toyed with the thought of getting a nurse, or even just leaving the tortured-looking girl to her own thoughts, but finally decided to just sit on the floor. Perhaps it would be helpful if she was there, just in case of emergencies. "You alright, kid?"

No, of course she wasn't. Troy was right there, crouched on her other side. Why would she be alright? But instead of voicing her thoughts she just shook her head best she could, a shaky "no" passing her lips. No, she was not okay. Not at all.

"And I thought that I had seen all of the crazies here." Eilir muttered, almost to herself, as she plopped to the floor. "What's your name, kid?"

Her name is Rowan.

The girl herself heard Troy's voice plain as day, but she was in no shape to actually answer Eilir's question so unless she was some sort of necromancer, she wouldn't be receiving information today.

"Okay, girlie, then I'll just call you Crazy. You certainly seem to have lost your marbles." Eilir sighed exasperatedly. She really hated being ignored, whether Crazy meant it personally or not.

Nope, not a necromancer. Rowan did her best to focus, raising her head to look with glittering eyes at the girl. "Rowan," she whispered, voice breaking. "It's Rowan, not Crazy."

"Alright, Rowan. That's a nice name." her voice softened as Crazy, er, Rowan answered. It was probably the cold that was making her more irritable and rude than usual.

Rowan gave a tiny nod and commenced to rocking again. The motion soothed her, and Try's presence coupled with that of the girl's was a little overwhelming. She didn't make a sound; as far as she could tell the worst was over. Maybe human contact helped. Maybe not. She didn't know, but was grateful anyway.

((Fade? They're not really working out well.))

Eilir sighed as Rowan went back to rocking. She stood, intent on getting a nurse to help the girl. "OK, bye, Rowan. Nice to meet you."

((Yeeah. Fade.))

Word had circulated and eventually arrived to Lena that their lay a mysterious room, containing the darkest secrets of all the patients. And if it contained all, then it would almost certainly contain Raven's actual name. And perhaps more on his situation. With anticipation, she had awaited until dark fell before traveling the halls of the Asylum, until she came upon the room. And that is where she stood now, her ebony hair framing her face and eyes glittering though the light was quite dim. And she headed forward, starting with the last names of A. This was going to take a while, for Lena realized with slight frustration she did not know Raven's last name.

"Hello, Lena." And it seemed Raven had beaten her to the punch. He was leaning casually against the back wall, smiling at her, his own file held in one hand. He'd figured she might try something like this once word got around, and lo and behold, here she was, probably searching for his name. He held up the file in question. "I suppose you're looking for this, little fox?"

She lifted her head, hair swinging back to glare angrily at the Indian. "Well yes, I was." She admitted, eyes traveling to examine the beige file with slight annoyance. "Must you know exactly what I am to do?"

"It's not that I'm worried about," Raven said with a light chuckle. "I thought you might pull something like that on me, is all. Really, I don't know whether to be angry or proud or disappointed with you." He looked thoughtful, then figured he might as well explain himself and spare Lena the air she was bound to use asking him what he meant. "I don't like that you were going to try and look up my real name, but deception is wonderful and anyone who uses it is a friend of mine. That being said, I thought we were friends. Friends don't go behind each other's backs looking for secrets." He winked, a slight smirk sliding into place on his lips. "Do they, Lena?"

"I didn't know we were friends actually. You don't make your self clear." Lena retorted, unfazed by his prodding questions, straightening to watch him. Slight annoyance mingled with...amusement perhaps...glittered in her eyes.

"No, I don't," Raven replied. The smirk widened and became full-formed. "It's much more fun to make you poor souls here try and figure me out by yourselves. Many have lost sleep trying, you know. And that, for some reason, pleases me."

"'You poor souls?' I am hardly a poor soul. Simply curious, as always, Raven." Lena pulled a smirk of her own, though it was more intuitive than mocking. "And I have not lost sleep pondering over you." She chuckled lightly.

"No doubt," he said, giving a chuckle of his own. "Though I'm fairly confident you will someday. I'm a very confusing boy, Lena. And if you're as curious as you like to think you are, then you'll ponder about me for many nights. Possibly in the near future, possibly not. But you will ponder, because they always do." And really, Raven didn't know how he could be any more straightforward while also being mysterious, as he liked to be. Lena was a smart girl, though, and he was fairly sure she would understand.

Lena rolled her emerald eyes, yes, green today and studied him. "Can I still read it?" She asked, though she knew the question was futile.

Hope wrote: ""No, I don't," Raven replied. The smirk widened and became full-formed. "It's much more fun to make you poor souls here try and figure me out by yourselves. Many have lost sleep trying, you know. A..."

[Who could that have been? *coughRosemariecough*]

((Haha.))

Nemphisi - Adalwolfa wrote: "Lena rolled her emerald eyes, yes, green today and studied him. "Can I still read it?" She asked, though she knew the question was futile."

"Not just no. Hell no." Raven shook his head and put the file behind his back protectively. "Maybe later, when I trust you more. And that's a very, very big maybe, one I only use because you seem a little less stupid than everybody else."

She scowled in spite of herself and began moving back, toward the letter 'P.' "Fine. But you can't expect to read mine either. And I know you are curious." She remembered back to the Peach Tree, when Raven questioned her in disbelief on why she was in the Asylum. How words had gotten her here. She slid the file lettered with a Paters and clutched it in her fingers.

"But I've already read your file," Raven said, quite nonchalantly. "Several times. Or need I remind you that I can hack computers?"

"Oh have you? Well not what is in here. I have read my file too. They changed it from last time I have read it. But you won't get to see my darkest secrets Raven." She taunted, though she knew she probably shouldn't. He was going to find a way to read it again, despite her efforts.

Raven laughed. "If you say so," he said darkly. "If you say so, Lena dear."

She scowled at him, oh he how he irked her so! "I shall set it away. If you trust me to not read your file, you better not read mine." He was going to read it as soon as she left, she was quite positive.

"Sorry to disappoint, Lena, but I'm not a very trustworthy person," Raven said. "You'd be a fool to leave me alone in this room with those files."

"I cannot take it with me..." She protested. But perhaps she could, if she wished to go under suspicion. "Fine, read away. I honestly could care less." She said in a vexing tone, careful slpping her file in between the others and moving towards the door. "Read if you so wish. Because friends don't keep secrets from one another." Lena said the friends part in a slightly disbelieving tone, as if she was still unsure.

Raven gave a slight chuckle. "You're right," he said. "They don't. And that's why, maybe, in time, you can read my file. Because I think you're smart enough to keep your little mouth shut about what you read. Right?"

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Correct." She replied, keeping her voice steady. Was he actually going to let her? Oh, that would be wonderful. And she had never any intention to let the world know. She was simply curious.

"Excellent." He gave her a little smile and nodded. "Get back to me in month or two, Lena. Then I'll have an answer for you."

She could work with that. She gave an almost imperceptable nod, curtsied and slipped from the room.

((Fade?))

((Fade.))

The door to the file room gently opened and closed as a new figure came into the file room. "Hello? Oh, hi. I didn't realize someone was in here." Domonic traveled to the other file, rummaging through in hopes of fisning Cabdenza's files and see he marked improvement.

"I am. My name's Domonic. Nice to meet you." He looked up fronts files to give her a polite smile. She looked like she was quite the hard ass, but he had to admit she did have a fairly pretty face.

((Raaaven. XD))

((Either one! :D))

Domonic took the hand, shook it, released it. "There are a lot of patients around here that could use a permanent nurse. Are you looking for a challenge?" She seemed like the kind of girl that wanted to work.

Domonic thought for a moment before digging back into the stinking files and pulled out three files. "I've got three murderers that I can remember from the top of my head. Take a look." He handed her the three files, one each for the three murderers that he knew of. Raven, Jason, and a younger Gil named Margot.

"There's your guy then. Unfortunately you can't see him for a while."

"He's in isolation at the moment. Confinement for who knows how long." Domonic shrugged, sighing with an expression of melancholy before placing the remaining files back into the cabinets.

"Actually he was as free as any other patient up until about a week ago," Domonic confirmed as he shut a file door with a hard slam. If you didn't shut them just right, they would get stuck the next time you tried to open them or never shut tightly again. Looked like Fox had a lot to learn. She'll get used to it. We all did. He searched through another compartment, frowning when he realized Cadenza's file had been moved.

"A girl named Cadenza's file. OCD patient." A small smile spread across the boy's face but he just kept looking. Never trying to give his feelings away for fear of the authorities not letting him be her nurse anymore, but he had a feeling that this girl was well acquainted with the less approved things in life.