It was a Mental Hospital for those serial killers in the 1920s; ones that died there in a fire in 1924. The problem is that they built the Broken Asylum in the same place the Mental institute was. Souls of the damned are in a room, a room the doctors and nurses keep closed… until now. It’s been opened again and now the damned roam the halls of the asylum. Some good, some bad, some so inhuman that all they know is to kill and torture. Patients and staff are lucky to see another day and try not to get crazier than they already are, pretty much fighting for their own lives.
Are you crazy enough to be instated into a place that makes you… crazier?
|Anonymous: *cries* I JUST WANT TO COME BACK! SHOOT ME PLEASE! :'( ~ Andymun x|
Still waiting for you!
|Anonymous: On the bios you should say who plays the charrie|
We have an ooc masterlist for that though.
Name → Dante Palmer
Age → “20”
Type → Demon
Rank → Normal
The role of Dante Palmer is Taken
Dante’s life was nothing short of average at first. Days turned to weeks turned to years passed in a middle class home, beneath a wearied roof and a tired family. They weren’t bad people, as much he maintains. Mother was a librarian, and father an accountant. Both were well meaning people, and they treated their three children as if they’d hung to moon. When Tyler had wanted a car, he’d gotten one. When Clarise had asked for a tattoo for her fifteenth birthday, ‘no’ hadn’t even been considered an option. And when Dante wanted a motorcycle it was ‘Sure son. We’ll find the money.’ All in all life was honey; a slow, sweet drip to the bland taste of adulthood that lay before them all. But Dante was a spitfire, restless and devious. Though his parents treated him well, he had a knack for causing trouble. It wasn’t for attention, or even for recognition. It was out of boredom, and spite, and the sincerest form of disgust for how dull things always were.
It had started when he was young and he set blaze to the neighbor’s shed. Minimal damage, but pesky none the less. Then it graduated to petty thefts at nearby corner marts. It was fleeting, but it was entertainment and that was what mattered. It wasn’t until he was held at gun point at seventeen – the wrong place, the wrong time, he assure his mother – that things really clicked for him. Because it wasn’t about adrenaline either. It was about change.
The car was a piece of junk and nothing more. Just something off a used lot he’d purchased with the money he’d saved at his part time job at Chuck E Cheese. And the incident – well that was impulse. The argument had been the first in a while. Father had made a mistake at work, and it had caused ‘important issues, son.’ But of course, ‘Nothing we won’t work through.’ Still, mother’s voice was raised; Father and Clarise in the back seat – driving lesson interrupted – trying not to yell as well. And when the bend in the way came, forest looming just aside the jut in the road, Dante had thought it might be fun not to turn. Just to see, to see what happened. Off the road they went, straight into the trunk of a large oak, and that was that.
Dante woke up in a hospital a week and a half later, sat through nearly a year of physical therapy, and then was released into the care of authority hired psychiatrists he’d already been seeing. The questions were always the same. ‘Why did you do it?’ ‘Do you miss them?’ ‘Had something happened prior to the accident to cause you to feel it was the only course of action?’ The boy, nineteen by then, let them believe as they liked. Anti-depressants came and went, as did the occasional sedative when he broke a rule without really thinking about it. As far as Dante was concerned, if they wanted to believe that it was a suicide attempt, then they were more than welcome to. The trouble that would come with having to explain that he was simply unsatisfied – not angry, not sad, not vengeful, just bored – was more than he wanted to handle. So he accepted his admittance to Broken without much argument, ready to make what he could of his time in the place; expectations low and hopes non-existent. And though he hadn’t expected to be impaled by another patient the third day of his institutionalization, he can’t deny that the change in state isn’t pleasant.
Dante doesn’t find being a demon, or even simply dead, much of a burden. His new-found abilities are amusing in the least, and help to pass the rest of his days. He’s fond of conversation, and of picking people apart piece by piece until they bend to his will. There’s no investment in the relationships because he doesn’t want there to be. Which makes it easier to tear them all down one by one when the time comes. His problem has never been that he can’t connect, merely that he hasn’t found anyone he wants to connect with. Even his family was too dull for his taste, love them as he might have – he isn’t sure. Though, perhaps his chances of finding that someone are limited, as he’s not really looking for them. He’s just passing the time.
His problem has never been that he can’t connect, merely that he hasn’t found anyone he wants to connect with. Even his family was too dull for his taste, love them as he might have – he isn’t sure. Though, perhaps his chances of finding that someone are limited, as he’s not really looking for them. He’s just passing the time.
Faceclaim → Alex Arnold
Name → Yvonne Stacey
Age → 18 (December 16)
Type → Patient
Diagnosis → Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Depression, Grapheme-color Synesthesia
The role of Yvonne Stacey is Taken
Yvonne was born into a home of neglect and abuse. Her parents were old, too old for a child they said. That seemed to be about the only thing they agreed on. Otherwise, they were constantly fighting and from the tender age of four, Yvonne had to force herself to grow up by herself and hide by herself. Each argument left each parent kicking and screaming and because neither of them had ever thought up spousal abuse, they took it out on her. Her father abused her not only by beating her on a regular basis, but sexually. Her mother took a more mental approach – saying all the awful things her mind could muster and letting them out on her. When she was old enough to understand them, she was destroyed from the inside out.
Still, with the threats from her father of actually ending her so far short (but too long-lived life), she kept silent. In school, she was questioned and she had no better excuses than to insist she had fallen down stairs or into coffee tables. She would show up with black eyes, but never reveal a secret. She would keep to herself, keep quiet, and never be a model student or daughter just so she could scathe by until she turned eighteen. At the age of fifteen, however, she could take no more and attempted to drown herself. Her parents hardly recognised the hardship except to get after her for poor self-care. She lashed out, claiming they were supposed to take care of her and from then on, the mental and physical abuse grew worse. They would yell and blame each other for their “screw up” of a daughter, then take it out on her just after.
At the age of eighteen, Yvonne was finally out. She no longer had to deal with her parents and she took to renting a room in an apartment of someone she didn’t know instead of live with her parents. But by then, it was too late for her mental health. Yvonne was convinced that she was utterly worthless and that her physical body was disgusting, ugly, just like her mom had convinced her. She began to develop anorexia, not eating for days at a time, then weeks.
Eventually, she had been too weak at work and passed out. She was hospitalised and had no money to pay for the bill, so she only worked harder, saving to be out of debt and move to a cheaper state. After the pressure had built up, however, and her mentality had only gotten worse, Yvonne began to stop taking care of herself, stop getting out of bed. She was kicked out of the house, unable to pay, and lived homeless for two months. When she had again tried to kill herself (this time with a razor to her wrists) in a public bathroom, she was found, and with no residence, she was picked up by the local police and sent away, deemed unfit to take care of herself in a functioning society.
Yvonne has been at BA for around a month now, silently hugging the walls and keeping to herself. She doesn’t often talk to people, though she seems to get along with the demons easiest (due to their sadistic tendencies and her masochistic ones). She’s come close to death twice since, but saved both times. Yvonne doesn’t mind staying in BA. It was better than homelessness and the hospital doesn’t seem to have too close of a watch on her, so she has a fair amount of freedom. She regularly skips out on her sessions with no intention of getting better. She spends her time in her room either generally listening to music or writing poetry and prefers to do that above all other social activities within the asylum.
Yvonne is very guarded in that she rarely lets her walls down. However, she’s open to doing so, but she tends to push away or scare away people that attempt to get in. Yvonne has the deepest self-hatred and she doesn’t take any physical care of herself whatsoever. When it’s time to eat, she stuffs her food in her shoes and moves along. When it’s time for therapy, she pretends to sleep. When it’s time to socialise, she positively stays away due to her misanthropic views and inability to hold conversations out. It’s known, however, if she ends up liking someone, because she’ll try.
Faceclaim → Taissa Farmiga
I’m ill. My throat hurts from screaming on roller coasters and I’m sneezing and I can barely talk so I honestly probably won’t be on today and if I am (like I kinda just was now) it’ll be for very little. I shall get to Yvonne’s & Dante’s bios & update the charie pages sometime but if I don’t it’s ‘cause I’m clearly dying unless mod alice or sarah can update the charie list y’know.
|Anonymous: I currently can't be online! This is Camille, Elena's mun. I have no internet connection that I can use. Not sure when I'll be back.|
You’re still on hiatus. We have people on hiatus for a month or two if need be. Don’t worry! We’re patient and just hope everything gets fixed! :)