1 Yes, I Escaped from the Asylum.. [Daremo, or Invite][No-Kill] Sat May 13, 2017 9:12 pm
Destiny
D-rank
What does one do when committed as a ‘joke’ by a certain Uchiha Friend to an insane asylum. Escape of course. She was a ninja worth her salt after all. It had been a simple enough plan. She had studied for nearly a week the routine of the nurses and orderlies. She had memorized when pills were delivered. Counted the steps it took to go from one ‘cell’ to the next. She had even timed how long it took to handle certain patients: and what do you know, you could cause them to act out if you offered them enough of the right incentive (that part had been loads of fun!), which only prolonged how long they would spend with one person over another. Yes, after only a weeks planning it had been easy enough...
”Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of Champlain like me? Just to pour that mother fucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?”, Demi sang softly.
Demi had simply waited patiently for her medication to be brought and had over taken the orderly and nurse mentally, using the same syringe of medication on them that they had been planning on using on her (fair is fair after all!) - not before getting one of them to loosen the buckles on her straight jacket of course. They had gone night-night fairly quickly after that and she had simply positioned the pair in her ‘cell’ in a way that looked like someone was sleeping underneath of the blanket, and stolen the keys to make her escape, as well as several of those syringes of lovely medication.
”You don’t hear me when I say “Mom, please wake up, Dads with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis”. No one ever listens. This wall paper glistens. Don’t let them see what goes down in the kitchen.”
Getting out of the asylum had been easy enough too. She had been faking unconsciousness when they had brought her in – their drugs simply weren’t strong enough to subdue the Malkavia after all. She had memorized every single step, every single turn. From there she had simply followed them backwards, ducking and dodging the few people whom she had needed to. Using more of the syringes of medication when needed; leaving behind several bodies left sleeping – or maybe they were dead? She didn’t care...
”And all the people say you can’t wake up, this is not a dream. You are part of the machine, you not a human being. With your face all made up, living on a screen. Low on self esteem, so you live on gasoline.”
From there Demi had escaped through the village, drawing quite a bit of attention to herself. Still, she didn’t stay in one location too long – she wasn’t going to make it easy for her Uchiha Friend to find her after all – oh yes, this was going to be an epic game of hide and seek. So instead she had made her way to the outskirts, bare foot and ignoring it. She had ducked and dodged over walls, climbed the gates, and had headed into the forest. Bare feet snapping twigs beneath them; the pain of the cuts only causing her to press forward, leaving a bloody trail in the process – pain addiction was such a lovely thing.
”Picture, picture, smile for the picture (I think there’s a flaw in my code). Won’t you be a good sister? Everyone thinks that we’re perfect (these voices won’t leave me alone). Please don’t let look through the curtains.”
Demi had traveled on for a good twenty or so minutes at that speed until finally slowing to a walk; the bottoms of her blue hospital scrub pants tainted with the same blood that covered her feet almost completely now – the pants ripped and torn in several places from the thorn bushes and other harsh shrubbery she had come into contact with on her journey.
”My hands are cold and my heart is all gold. D-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e, I see things that no body else sees. D-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e, I see things that no body else sees. Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers cause you never take the blame like me. Uh oh, she’s coming to the attic. Plastic, plastic, go back to being plastic. No one ever listens, this wall paper glistens. One day they’ll see what goes down in the kitchen. Places, places, get into your places. Throw on your dresses, and put on your doll faces. Everyone thinks that we’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the curtains…” As Demi sang she tilted her head to the side, listening to what was clearly the sound of a stream nearby. Turning she followed it, figuring it might be best to wash the blood off of the bottoms of her feet before she ended up with some kind of infection: Uchiha Friend would have loved that!
”My friends don’t walk, they run. Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun. Poppin’, poppin’, balloons with guns. Getting high of helium. We paint white roses red, each shade from a different persons head. This dream? This dream is a killer, getting drunk with a blue caterpillar. I’m peeling the skin off of my face cause I really hate being safe. The normals, they make me afraid. The crazies, they make me feel sane.”, she didn’t bother keeping her voice down as she moved, true crazies were crazy after all and she was born and bred from the craziest stock there was. It didn’t take the Malkavia long to find the stream she had heard; a stream that likely would lead straight back to the village considering the way the water was moving. Not that she had any intentions of going back in that direction though… not without a /fight/.
”I’m nuts. Baby I’m mad. The craziest friend that you’ve ever had. You think I’m psycho, you think I'm gone. Tell the psychiatrist that something is wrong. Over the bend, entirely bonkers. You like me best when I’m off my rocker. Tell you a secret! I’m not alarmed, so what if I’m crazy? The best people are! Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen! My brain is scattered. You can be Alice I'll be the Mad Hatter...” Demi found a fairly large rock at the edge of the stream where she sat, ignoring the wind causing the sleeves of her straight jacket to flap around, as well as ignoring the fact that it carried the scent of her blood on it. Instead she focused on dipping her feet and the bottoms of her hospital scrub pants into the water, watching as she did so the water turn pink – the color carrying down stream as it mixed with more and more water and dissipated completely. Her singing finally went silent for a moment but she continued to hum the tune, pushing her hair which started off blond at the roots and went to black at the ends, back and behind her with her sleeve covered hands.
Word Count: 1,220
”Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of Champlain like me? Just to pour that mother fucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?”, Demi sang softly.
Demi had simply waited patiently for her medication to be brought and had over taken the orderly and nurse mentally, using the same syringe of medication on them that they had been planning on using on her (fair is fair after all!) - not before getting one of them to loosen the buckles on her straight jacket of course. They had gone night-night fairly quickly after that and she had simply positioned the pair in her ‘cell’ in a way that looked like someone was sleeping underneath of the blanket, and stolen the keys to make her escape, as well as several of those syringes of lovely medication.
”You don’t hear me when I say “Mom, please wake up, Dads with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis”. No one ever listens. This wall paper glistens. Don’t let them see what goes down in the kitchen.”
Getting out of the asylum had been easy enough too. She had been faking unconsciousness when they had brought her in – their drugs simply weren’t strong enough to subdue the Malkavia after all. She had memorized every single step, every single turn. From there she had simply followed them backwards, ducking and dodging the few people whom she had needed to. Using more of the syringes of medication when needed; leaving behind several bodies left sleeping – or maybe they were dead? She didn’t care...
”And all the people say you can’t wake up, this is not a dream. You are part of the machine, you not a human being. With your face all made up, living on a screen. Low on self esteem, so you live on gasoline.”
From there Demi had escaped through the village, drawing quite a bit of attention to herself. Still, she didn’t stay in one location too long – she wasn’t going to make it easy for her Uchiha Friend to find her after all – oh yes, this was going to be an epic game of hide and seek. So instead she had made her way to the outskirts, bare foot and ignoring it. She had ducked and dodged over walls, climbed the gates, and had headed into the forest. Bare feet snapping twigs beneath them; the pain of the cuts only causing her to press forward, leaving a bloody trail in the process – pain addiction was such a lovely thing.
”Picture, picture, smile for the picture (I think there’s a flaw in my code). Won’t you be a good sister? Everyone thinks that we’re perfect (these voices won’t leave me alone). Please don’t let look through the curtains.”
Demi had traveled on for a good twenty or so minutes at that speed until finally slowing to a walk; the bottoms of her blue hospital scrub pants tainted with the same blood that covered her feet almost completely now – the pants ripped and torn in several places from the thorn bushes and other harsh shrubbery she had come into contact with on her journey.
”My hands are cold and my heart is all gold. D-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e, I see things that no body else sees. D-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e, I see things that no body else sees. Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers cause you never take the blame like me. Uh oh, she’s coming to the attic. Plastic, plastic, go back to being plastic. No one ever listens, this wall paper glistens. One day they’ll see what goes down in the kitchen. Places, places, get into your places. Throw on your dresses, and put on your doll faces. Everyone thinks that we’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the curtains…” As Demi sang she tilted her head to the side, listening to what was clearly the sound of a stream nearby. Turning she followed it, figuring it might be best to wash the blood off of the bottoms of her feet before she ended up with some kind of infection: Uchiha Friend would have loved that!
”My friends don’t walk, they run. Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun. Poppin’, poppin’, balloons with guns. Getting high of helium. We paint white roses red, each shade from a different persons head. This dream? This dream is a killer, getting drunk with a blue caterpillar. I’m peeling the skin off of my face cause I really hate being safe. The normals, they make me afraid. The crazies, they make me feel sane.”, she didn’t bother keeping her voice down as she moved, true crazies were crazy after all and she was born and bred from the craziest stock there was. It didn’t take the Malkavia long to find the stream she had heard; a stream that likely would lead straight back to the village considering the way the water was moving. Not that she had any intentions of going back in that direction though… not without a /fight/.
”I’m nuts. Baby I’m mad. The craziest friend that you’ve ever had. You think I’m psycho, you think I'm gone. Tell the psychiatrist that something is wrong. Over the bend, entirely bonkers. You like me best when I’m off my rocker. Tell you a secret! I’m not alarmed, so what if I’m crazy? The best people are! Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor, please listen! My brain is scattered. You can be Alice I'll be the Mad Hatter...” Demi found a fairly large rock at the edge of the stream where she sat, ignoring the wind causing the sleeves of her straight jacket to flap around, as well as ignoring the fact that it carried the scent of her blood on it. Instead she focused on dipping her feet and the bottoms of her hospital scrub pants into the water, watching as she did so the water turn pink – the color carrying down stream as it mixed with more and more water and dissipated completely. Her singing finally went silent for a moment but she continued to hum the tune, pushing her hair which started off blond at the roots and went to black at the ends, back and behind her with her sleeve covered hands.
Word Count: 1,220