I'm Not Insane! (Open)

[Skylar Shale]

Skylar had been brought into one of Brightblood's Asylums after an apparent suicide attempt, the weird part for her was she didn't remember smashing the mirror with her hands, cutting her face, chest, stomach, arms, and eventually wrists with the broken glass. Here she was now, in a pure white room. She had only just been taken off of the sedatives, she was able to move again. Skylar moves over to the metal door and starts banging on the glass, chances were that she wasn't going to break it but instead herself.

She wasn't the only person who had done something out of their personality to end up here. There were st least 20 people here today who were normally very cool, calm, and collected people. Even Avalynn had landed herself a room here, as well as Averie, and Marista. Among them was also Sammuel, Serefim, and Tarrlok.

[Shadow]

The banging on the metal door caught more than the occupant's attention. Shadow was always more interested in the mind of the insane or those who were prone to becoming clinically unstable. It was more fun to play games(tricks) with them. Today he was feeling in a rather generous mood, so the usually blood spilling was placed on the wayside. His wraith-like form seeped in rather quietly from the ceiling, in the same room as Skylar. Even though he lacked eyes in this form, the etherial studied the woman, the hood from his tattered robe covering his face into a invisible void.

[Raphael Delemater]

Malkavians were the head honchos of madness. They were born that way, and curiously they also liked taking jobs in psychological fields. Abnormal psychology expert Raphael was one such man. In his proper little labcoat he entered the asylum, there to see the patients, do therapy, and of course check on his favorite patient, Marista. He heard the raucous banging however and stopped. "Mon dieu they have a newbie." he murmured as he approached, flipping through a clipboard to see who this patient was."Sklar Shale.. Madame Shale," he called out" if you continue that hey will sedate y-is someone in there with you?"

[Mikhail Stankov]

We'll just say that Mikhail knew someone who knew someone, and that's how he found out Avalynn had been committed to an asylum. It didn't exactly make sense, but now he understood why she hadn't made an appointment with the good doctor. Their agreement had been to visit him in Japan until physically incapable. From then, he would make regular house calls to the pregnant woman.

He'd been off the plane for an hour and had been driven to the asylum immediately following. The unmarked black car pulled up and from the backseat unfolded Mikhail. He stood tall, stretching his tight muscles, and turned to regard the building with impassive green eyes. He wore a double-breasted black suit and a matte black tie, all of it impressively tailored. His dark hair was brushed back and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose, subduing the intensity of his eyes. 
He shut the door and picked up his leather bag, then turned and headed into the ominous building.

[Skylar Shale]

Skylar jumped when she felt someone behind her, she turns and puts her back to the door only to hear someone on the other side of the door. Skylar panics, she had not been out of her garden in two hundred years and now here she was in an asylum. She slumps down perfectly quiet, in fact the whole asylum seemed to go quiet for a moment, before Skylar started to hold her legs close to her and whisper that she wanted her brother. There was one room in the entire place that was locked down as if it were a maximum security prison for one of the x-men. In this room was a teenage boy and a teenage girl, both fast asleep as they had been since Sky brought them here. No one knew how long they had been alive, not even Sky could remember.

Avalynn was on her bed rocking back and forth, finally showing in her pregnancy. Her wrists were bandaged and she looked like she hadn't slept in a good long time, it was not false the nightmares had begun and never ended. Any time she fell asleep she saw either her biological family, her adoptive family, or the man who had kidnapped her when she was younger. Nadja perks a brow seeing Raphael and then Mikhail, "Well this has gotten interesting... still though Reaper, I wonder, it's not Dark causing it... so what could be going on that is bringing all these people to this place. It seems like it is trying to take people closest to Prophets... Could it be gathering them here for a reason?" She asks. Reaper makes a face, "This energy feels familiar, I know I have felt it before." She replies. Nadja nods and looks around she could feel Kakeru and Rayleen starting to make their way here. What could be here that the gods themselves couldn't feel.

[Shadow]

Shadow neared the raven-haired woman and then came to a sudden stop when he heard a male's voice from outside the door, his attention immediately focused on Raphael thorough the tiny glass window. A soft screech sounded from him as he debated leaving into another room; however, the slumping of the half-nymph made him curious enough to hover closer to her still, a hand sliding out from his robe sleeve to touch her shoulder with a badly burnt fingers. He gripped her shoulder blade trying to get her attention, the apparition fading away like smoke leaving behind a well dressed man in a black coat, gray button up shirt and pale skin. Alabaster eyes stared at her for a long while, the iris lined in pitch black, before he so much as asked,"I wasn't going to hurt you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to play. Please stop looking so upset. Maybe we can...talk?", though there was hardly any sympathy to his tone.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael sighed and scanned the records in his clutches for information on Shadow but there was no one matching his description."Youre new.. in fact.." he began flipping through the pages. "A lot of you are new.." he glanced back through the narrow opening of the door's window. "Men arent housed with women normally though, out you or no pudding." Raphael had to look into this when he found another staff member to compare theories with but for now he had to try and assess who was here.

[Albert Clot]

Clot had been busy dabbling in things even he wasn't supposed to... granted he was never truly GIVEN time, he just took it. Sitting there in a wheelchair in the hall Clot had set one of his time-clones... his own term for them... to sit and be a regular. Rolling around in his wheelchair he bumps into the doctor and simply smiles with a half toothy grin. "Puddin'?!" With that he wailed shortly after his wheelchair broke causing him to slump into the room. If attempted to be lifted he is oddly heavy as he promptly falls asleep. Clot was doing an experiment of his own, if the two events were related was yet to be known.

[Mikhail Stankov]

Mikhail looked through the gated receptionist's desk, the chair behind which sat empty. He turned and began heading down the hall without signing in, looking for a staff member or at least an orderly passing by. As was typical for an asylum, the halls echoed with wails and ramblings from occupied cells. Occasionally, a loud bang would resonate from a patient throwing themselves against their door.
When the Russian finally saw someone up ahead, he closed the distance between them and called out, "Hello?"

[Skylar Shale]

The goddesses were obviously interested in what was going on, even .Ben had gotten a call about Anwyn being at this asylum. It seemed that all the prophets would be there at one point as whatever was happening could infect ex gods as well seeing as Dametrius got a call that his Mother had been Committed. This was most certainly abnormal seeing as Sky doesn't even live in America.

Skylar nods to Shadow, "Okay, about what?" She asks still shaking. Her fingers in her hair.

Avalynn let's out a horrified scream, she had fallen asleep again and was attacked by a nightmare. Nadja leaves Reaper so she can go deal with Clot, "Seriously? There is something going on and you are being a fucking idiot?" She drags him away but her presence is forgotten by Raphael.

Reaper notices Mikhail calling out, there was no real staff at the asylum, which was why Kake was on his way it had been closed. "What can I help you with, the goddess of nightmares asks." She looks toward Avalynn's room, "Damn it you are going to have Tyr blaming me Ava!"

[Shadow]

The specter's eyes glanced from the sputtering time god to Skylar as he spoke, “Anything, really. Talk about yourself or the pain going on in your head". His colorless eyes save for the black on the rim of the iris bored into her even if she wasn't looking, a vacant calm expression. He remained there despite Raphael's demands. “I can turn youinto pudding, ever think of that?" he asked whimsically as a large sly grin showed on his face. There was a great deal of malice to it, a threat obviously, but it vanished just as quickly as he had put it there.

Benjamin was the first of the prophets called to show up to the asylum. "This is what I get for not watching her like I should have", he muttered walking through the front door. Noticing the lack of staff but that there was another man, Mikhail he discovered, caused him to raise a thick brow. He wondered a moment what he was doing there where a woman approached the Russian. She didn't look like staff--certainly didn't dress like one. Just to be on the safe side, he started down the hallway so that he'd walk in a few seconds behind the doctor. But the Gangrel couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on here, and he didn't like it one bit. "Where’s Anywn?" he inquired to Reaper simply because she was standing the closest to him.

Fyrann was called in next, for who knew what reason. Honestly he had put up with so many supernatural occurrences lately that this was what numbed him. He was accepting most if not all of them as the twisted part of his life whether he liked it or not; the prophet of Life wondered what exactly was going on as he entered through the same door as the others. His senses spiked as he let the door handle go once he pushed his way into the asylum, a harsh static clung to hair. Something had accompanied the solider into here and he paused a moment to look around. Nothing. With a suspicious gaze he continued forward keeping tabs on that feeling of dread that played with his conscious mind. Then the feeling of pure terror struck him at his core when he dared to look down and saw shadows slither just around his feet. Instantly he grabbed at his 460XVR pistol with the stoic composure Bootlegs were known for having though truthfully he wanted to turn tail and flee; unfortunately, his reaction was noted by the moving apparition and it coalesced into a very large, very intimidating demon whose hand was able to grip the marksman’s throat to the wall in a show of silent dominance—the shadows flickering to a black smoky wisp back to where they came from. Well Epoch was silent until the he let out a sickening chuckle, giving their audience (whoever chose to watch) some acknowledgement before staring directly into the now ghastly white mortal’s eyes with his introduction,” Hello, Fyrann”. A spreading grin revealed his teeth. The overlord however interested with causing utter mayhem with the prophet of Life ended, as he was certain the other present wouldn’t tolerate his harassment, and just as soon as Benjamin was ready to somehow help his old squad mate he paused remembering the less he stayed out of Fyrann’s life, the better. Neither had talked to one another since Ben’s resurrection. Thus, the well shaken gunslinger stood there trying to get his breath, wits about himself, and the color back in his face, his throat having run dry from fear—the faint odor of brimstone and ash fading as Epoch took his place towards Nekir’s room, somewhat satisfied with his bullying.

[Raphael Delemater]

Raphael had overlooked the cheeky Clot scurrying around, but then he started noticing a multitude of familiar faces and when he finally spotted a genuine doctor among them he approached Mikhail. "Theres not a single orderly or doctor in this place besides us. Something is NOt right here." he asserted, in what looked like a moment of genuine clarity."A man would have to be an idiot to not see something is up..you dont commit malkavians, they cant be cured so treatment is futile, yet there is Marista. I wouldnt be surprised if my father isnt on his way here.." he trailed off, noticing Ben who he had yet to meet but had heard of. "Ah you there, monsieur, is my father with you? We need to get everyone out" He had not seen Fyrann enter and encounter Epoch, but he did have the feeling that the place was getting crowded.

[Albert Clot]

Clot laughed as he was dragged away and simply chimed in a soft, "You're no fun... I didn't know I wasn't the only god here...wait..." Another clot appeared next to Nadja and walked with them and simply looked at the first with a soft, "What did we miss?" The first clot being dragged pointed to Nadja and the second clot nodded, "I'll let us know...." Vanishes and the first clot smiles. "So what can I do for you? Technically you're the idiot... there is ALWAYS something going on... the fact that you're concerned about it is cute though..." He smiled as he stands next to her, Nadja was currently dragging a random patient who was asleep.

Adam rests in the room with no one around, he is bound to the wall in plastics and it seems his whole room is made of cloth and plastic. Restraints hold his hands just far enough away from touching anything as his feet are also spread apart. Down the hall a ways a metal room is still a complete disaster from Adam having an episode. Deep breaths are all that can be heard as the IV drip keeps him somewhat calm as his canine eyes glare at the floor, his features are feral.

Clot laughs once more, "You just think this is an aftermath of something happening..." He laughs, "That's cute... you don't even know what's going to happen and you call me the idiot." After a shrug he stands next to her, "So what would you like me to do?" he asks again.

[Mikhail Stankov]

Mikhail clutched his briefcase a little tighter and turned on his heel, facing Raphael. He eyed the man warily, unsure of how to react to all of this. "I am looking for a patient here," he began, looking around. "Avalynn Llewellyn? I am her doctor, Mikhail Stankov."

[Skylar Shale]

Skylar looks up at the man and thinks, "I'm scared. Things... shadows... keep attacking me, yelling at me." She says holding her legs closer to her. She looks so frightened. "My dad... my dad he... he just stares from the corner... sometimes... sometimes... he's my dad... I love him." The clear signs of an abuse victim who had mentally broken down were showing on this female. Tears fall down her face.

Reaper looks at Ben, then Mikhail, and lastly Raphael. Ayden came running in just in time to see Epoch. He blinks and shakes his head, the doctor was in disorder. He wanted to go after Epoch but chose not to. Ayden looks at Fyrann, "Are you okay?" He asks before looking at the small group. He opens his mouth to say something, but then Kakeru was there. "This hospital is closed. There aren't supposed be any patients here with the exception of two rooms. Now this place is filling up, rather easily." He walks around to the computers and starts to work on some things trying to see who was bringing patients here. "Sky lives in Egypt, if she went insane she'd be in an asylum in Egypt not here. Anwyn lives in the UK." he shakes his head.

Reaper thinks on all the questions she's been asked, "Anwyn is in the third room on your left. Avalynn is right across from her." She hands them both keys. "Keep an eye prophets. When nightmares can't control what these people are having... and when pain can't take away their pain... then something is truly wrong." She says with a nod. She knew that whatever it wanted, it didn't need all the prophets a majority of them would do. Kakeru picks up his phone and makes a call, "Dame I need you here... now." He replies.

Nadja lets out a sigh and loooks at Clot dropping the patient, "Yeah well... this isn't supposed to be happening. It's supposed to be a good easy day. Something is always happening but not something like this." She says with a sigh. She heard Avalynn scream again, "I can't stop the pain they are feeling, Reaper can't stop the nightmares, and I know that you can't go into the future of anyone in this hospital. Something is wrong. If it's not an aftermath than it's a prelude."

Avalynn was rocking back and forth trying to keep herself awake. Anwyn was clawing at her wrist sobbing.