Asylum {ohsobeautifullyinsane} [OPEN]

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A S Y L U M

&& welcome to the asylum honey...

I feel so cold, like I'm lying stark naked on a concrete floor in the middle of winter. My flesh is as cold as ice; my pulse is barely throbbing deep within my chest, a stuttering slurred legato echo, oh so faintly drumming against my bones to the pace of my slow death march. It's a detached sort of feeling as if I'm looking on at my body from somewhere far, far away, (am I a ghost?) and I'm not quite sure that I like it. I feel numb to the cold; there is no urge within me to pull away and remove myself from something as completely natural as this discomfort, this... this pain, this burning, searing, torturous, agonizing... Pain? What have I done to deserve this? How can I find solace in you when you give me nothing but torment? Oozing, festering wounds might tear my body apart... but I don't care. I can't feel a dxmn thing. I want to feel something; I want to care. I want to feel anything. I don't care what it is, even if it’s this, but...

Oh God, what have I done?

My gaze is vacant, eyes a cold hard heartless stare out into the nothingness. Oblivion. Black as night. And I’m only faintly aware somewhere beyond my subconscious thoughts that it is night, a dark, silent, thick blackness pressing in on me until I can hardly breathe, pressing in against my ribcage, menacing, malevolent, until it will try to choke the breath out of me. But it won’t. It couldn’t. Not today… not tonight. How could the darkness find me today, when finally I feel something? That terrible macabre darkness must abide far from me tonight, because tonight I am angry, an intense sort of smoldering rage. Frankly, I don’t know why I’m angry. Count you blessings and don’t ask questions, that’s what they told me. Bxstards. Now where were we? Oh yes… So I was angry. In an extreme sort of way. Which was an improvement, they insisted. They told me to embrace it, to permit it to exist for the time being, to let it seep into me and drip through my veins, like parasites in my flesh, like worms eating through my brain… And that definitely should have been my first clue that something was a bit astray. Sweet, sweet ignorance… I’ve been endowed with a great deal of the stuff. Unfortunately for me, it’s a tad bit late nowadays. Isn’t that just my bloody luck?

My steps sound hollow, a fleeting echo humming in the back of my skull. I feel like I’m floating, but I’m not soaring. Nope, I’m floating slowly, so close to earth it seems like I’m dragging against it, leaving a mark on it. I want to pull away and go higher into the oblivion night, that macabre darkness, but no matter how hard I try, I’m grounded. Stuck. Trapped. Why must these physics limit me? Gravity is such a bxtch. So limiting this world is… how do you people stand it for so long?

Ebony charged fints softly make impressions on the earth as they bore the mild burden of my bony filth-ridden body. I travelled slowly, absentmindedly, winding through the hills without paying an iota of attention. I just wasn’t there, in spirit at least. My thoughts were elsewhere, demonic, blood-red, murderous thoughts. So perhaps it was best that I remained there, away from the others, oblivious to the world and all its in habitants. Keep your distance darlings, I just might bite you. And when I bite, I bite for only one reason, and it’s to taste your blood. I don’t like it… I’m not some bloodthirsty vampire-creature-horse thing out for metallic crimson liquid or anything as some claim to be. It just… soothes me. It’s an outlet. I watch the blood pour out and I feel content again… at least more content than before. Perhaps that is reverse progress… You might recall, I want to feel this… anything, no matter what constitutes it. Baby steps… baby steps. Would you honestly deny me my perfectly priceless progress? I think that’s not really a very good idea for either of us.

I am obscurely aware that the temperature is dropping and that it has begun to snow. But it’s not really snowing. It’s… slushing. A wet, half-frozen drizzle is blanketing and darkening my mahogany canvas with its frigid liquid. My extremities feel a sharp stinging pain as they are chilled to the bone, but I continue to trudge on without taking notice. I don’t shiver; I don’t speed up to abate the cold. I just keep going, a fragile machine going, going, perpetually going, moving, until I'm gone.

Hurry along now, visiting hours are almost over...

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There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with sh**, and the vermin of the world inhabit it. I don't know why, but just saying that little poem of mine almost calms me. Yet it is all so true, thing is where that pit is seems to always follow me. Because people these days are all vermins, dishonorable men everywhere. But what can I do? I know exactly what to do. I'll slit their throats and have practice make perfect until the day my revenge is complete. Not one man, no nor ten men, nor a hundred men can assuage me. I will have vengence, I will have salvation. If its the last thing I bloody well do.

You see there are two kinds of stallion of the whole race, you have the one who stays put in his proper place and the one with his foot in the other ones face. They all deserve to die, even you, even I. I'll tell you why. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief. For the rest of us death will be a relief.
We all deserve to die. Especially the brute that stole away my mate, and now has my daughter somewhere locked up. I'll never see either again, I'll never be able to be near them... And it's all because of him. When oh when can I get to him!? I'm sick of waiting, so I take out my impatience on any gentleman or fool who dares to get in my way. Unless in the presence of others, or a lady, I will not harm them. Rarely do I harm a lady unless they give me a reason too.

But lately I've been so driven to find the brute that ran when he heard I was back again, I've hardly had time to pay attention to many ladies. Even now I was wandering through this land, on my way to search for more less honorable brutes worth a slice to the neck with a good bite or strike of a sharp hoof edge. I've even become quite skilled at holding a sharp stick or rock in my mouth, a weapon if you will. Sooner or later I would have to either give up, find the brute or die. I'm certainly not counting on the last option, and the first lately seems to be my only choice.

I had been so distracted with my thoughts that I hadn't payed much attention to where I was going, looking up just in time to stop myself from storming right through the other equine. Out of habit I bared red-tinged teeth, before covering them a second or so later after realizing it was only a lady. Cold black eyes glanced over her for a second, my face expressionless as I wondered if either of us should say something. "Pardon..." Was all I could say from almost running over her.

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A S Y L U M

&& just a passing note, a comment from the dearest author...

&& in this { terribly horrifically hideous } play unfolding before us on this vast icy stage there is a strict cast; care to meet them my dears? Step right up ladies and gents; I’ll introduce you to me, myself, and I… Hey, what the hell are you doing here?!?! No, no, no… No! This is not what the script says, darlings… And you know the golden rule of this business. Never stray from the script. It’s not supposed to be this way, I swear on my grave.

{ cross my heart and hope to D I E. }

And with an exasperated sigh I consent to this madness; there’s nothing I can do for you people anymore. This production was doomed from the start anyways. Places everyone! Let’s begin this (begin this slow bloody mangled car wreck). Your funeral.

And the dead leaves scratch (scratch, scratch) as refuse from the season of the dead, the season from which I have emerged, along the revoltingly white (not bloodstained yet) forest floor; nails on a chalkboard, scratching and gouging at the surface of my, my brain, and I feel like… yes… like I need to scream. An outlet, that’s all I need; it’s torturing me, please... But I don’t. No amount of pleading will ever satisfy them. So now my silence has served another purpose. And you ask out of an insatiable and reckless curiosity why that might be? I don’t because that might scare away my prey, m’dears. These burdens have become too much for my (err, humble?) body to endure, and though they have discouraged me from taking this course of action, I knew that they must be relieved. Tonight. Now. Blood needed to spill… If I could just see it, then I would be satisfied, wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t that be enough? And that’s when I swore to myself and bound myself to this promise that the next creature I saw would have to die…

Death

For Life

(So I won’t D I E.)

And thus began the hunting \\thehaunting// as I searched in desperation for any sign of life in this barren wasteland of a forest. My body writhes with gripping intensity as I seek my victim and they whisper ++isshehavingaseisure…again?-- and the answer would have to be unquestionably no. This was my need; this was my sickening addiction. Was I really this far beyond salvation? My skin seems to crawl as pricks of apprehension drive through my veins like pinpoint needles, every inch of me blindly screaming kill kill KILL, or at least until I finally saw something.

An owl. Why the hell did it have to be an owl?

Don’t you just hate it when you see that your target can fly? Just in case this is a sensation you haven’t experienced, it really is obnoxious. I would not highly recommend it. The bloody thing is perched on a gnarled tree limb, staring at me with its deadly blank yellow glare. Its barbed beak screeched a challenge as it rose into the air over my head, swooping and diving about my beautiful features and taunting me, thereby condemning it to death as it flies away. With a scream of defiant rage I pivot on my heels with a clatter of steps, head low and teeth bared wide, white flashing warnings (and beautiful weapons if I do say so myself). I didn’t care if the fxcking thing could fly. It was gonna die anyway… I began my pursuit, throwing myself at the damned thing. Clawing and snapping and twisting and turning I went, a blind rage as I tried to assassinate my victim. I came (ohso) close too, but someone just happened to get in my way.

And there was a sickening, bone-splintering crunch as somehow the owl ended up beneath my invaders hooves as if the blasted creature thought it was a kamikaze, its decapitated cranium settling in the dust several feet away from the large black hooves I stared at, severed bones poking out through the flesh and ruffled feathers. And as I inspected the gut-laden site of the shredded carcass before me, I felt an intense wave of nausea sweep over me, not so much at the gory }glory{ site before me, but at the simple fact that I didn’t inflict it. What the hell do you think you’re doing?!? I screech in a tone full of contempt, turning to face the invader with a countenance wrought with contentiousness, lips peeled back to reveal terrible white dentals into a vicious sneer. Pardon? PARDON?? You think that can excuse your sorry xss? I had to look quite a bit up to glare into his gaze, the stallion was quite large compared to my {{slightlyverticallychallenged}} stature at 14.3 hands, only an inch above being considered, horror of all horrors, a pony. This I was unfortunately accustomed to, and my height made me no less the fearsome spitfire that I was as I stared him down. I quaked and trembled all over with my inexhaustible anger, growing all the more impatient with his delayed response.

...you really shouldn't have come.

//Partially recycled. The font's screwed up and won't let me fix it. Blechkish. I feel so bad.//

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I looked down to where I had felt a body crushed beneath my hooves, not noticing the owl before-hand either. Calmly I stepped away from the bloody mess, letting the snow clean my hooves and stain the earth. Catching on to her words, I jerked my head back with some surprise at her sudden outburst. Oh look, it's one of those vermin in the pit right now. Joy. I kept all expressions at bay from my face, waiting for her little outburst to finish, staring at her the entire time. What a nutcase. I chuckled before continuing, side-stepping so I could start walking around her. I didn't have time for this nonsense, I didn't want to end up having to harm the mare. But sooner or later I may have to if she keeps this attitude up with me. What's it matter, we all deserve to die anyways, even her deranged self.

"I can assure you that I had no intentions on interrupting your, uh, well, whatever the hell you were trying to do. Simply wasn't paying attention to where I was going." What /was/ she trying to do exactly? Hopping up and down trying to catch a bird, and somehow my distracted mind lead me to step on it. Ha, and she's a young mare too. Now I'm sure as hell am not old, but I am older than her I am sure. And if she wants to be so bold she had better do it with somebody less skilled than I in matters of fighting, murder and defense. I continued muttering as I started to walk away from her, not giving a damn if she heard me or not before continuing singing my little poem thing. "Idiotic trying to catch a bird in the first place... Probably be better off dead or in an insane asylum. There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with sh** and the vermin of the world inhabit it...."

((And of course some of his post is from the movie =P))

[ADMIN:Bulldozer]

A S Y L U M

&& there are some things...

And there’s a special place in the world for people like you, those oh so special select not-so-few, that vast group of souls I just despise (&&doomed to demise). And if you had an ounce of common sense you would realize that there was no defense because that special place in the world for people like you was right beneath my pretty little hooves. And insulting me, dear, is hardly the way to plead your case.

{{ && I find the defendant GUILTY of insolence in the extreme. }}

&&aNOTEfromtheCOMPOSER;;
Don’t feel to incredibly frightened, love. Asylum’s not in an executioner’s mood this evening. Just in a terrible lust for revenge due to the fact that she’s been insulted. ((Auctorial interventions have concluded))

Idiotic? Dead? Insane asylum? I’m not sure whether to kill you or to kiss you. So I decide on some middle ground, my lithe dancer’s bodice moving fluidly with a dark fire alight in my gaze to impede your progress away from me and stop you, only taking a few steps to avoid your towering frame lest you broadside me. And when you ramble into a song I find you quite poetic, nearly falling in love with your words of hypocrisy as I laugh with a frigid cold icy chuckle, ridiculing you with lofty vocals. Do you really think so? I mock you in a voice nothing but incredibly seductive, a vicious smirk twisting over my countenance. But it then contorts, twisting into a menacing, dark sneer. One dagger slashes out forward, nothing but a tease not coming even close to you, turning into a step as my weight shifts toward you ever so slightly, skull lifting considerably in an attempt to stare you down eye to eye. It doesn’t particularly work {{allthat}} well. What, so you interrupt me, insult me, and then just try and walk away? Let me tell you something m’dear, the world doesn’t spin that way…

...that I just can't help you with.

//sorry its so short... I might edit later. xP//

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"Interuptions were unintentional, insults are unregretable and walking away is exactly what I plan to do. Quite frankly I don't care how the world spins or much less whether or not you think I care that I've insulted you. As you have insulted me, interrupted my path and keep insisting that you do not walk away from me should have you realize that you are not much different from me either Ms..." My expressions hardly changed as she stepped closer, but as I began to speak a small sneer came upon my muzzle, the first and so far only expression really made by me in her presence.

"Besides, what are you going to do? Kill me? Hurt me? Go ahead m'love, though you'd have to beat me in who would die first. And if you were to succeed, death would be welcomed. For the lives of the wicked should be made brief while for the rest of us death will be relief." I lashed with a sharpened hoof out into the snow, straight through to the frozen ground, tearing the soil from the earth with a yearn for someone's throat to be there.

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((Dozer?))

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//Ahh coming... busy week... the JV Classic is coming up. -dies-//

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(( Dozer? O.o ))

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A S Y L U M

&& there are some things...

[font=consolas][SIZE=1]Why, what else would I do, love? Honey-sweet tones dripped their poison from her lips as she finished his stanza with an inquisition and a laugh as malignant as cancer, matched in delivery by the next words she spoke. Really, is that the kind of individual you think me to be? Your imagination leaves much to be desired.[color=maroon] And with that she smiled, a smile that could tell a man to die and his mind could only obey her bidding, a grin of indicted innocence and deplorable beauty gone deplorably wrong.

&&, as it could be assumed;;
with these mood swings she’s consumed

-incomplete - reply if you want =)-

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((I don't know if I'll be able to think of anything since it's been ages since I've seen Sweeney Todd or roleplayed Sweeney, x.x I'll try though))

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"Sure. Whatever." I said with a snort, ignoring her grin and attempts of talking sweetly. If she thought she could get through me by seduction, she was in for one hell of a surprise. Mares were one of the furthest thoughts from my mind, no matter how sedutive, beautiful or manipulative. I was blind to all but the manipulation, one of the few advantages. It was to her own advantage as well, many other stallions would have forced her in a heartbeat by now. And unless it was what she wanted, she had better learn to end her foolish ways.

"Yes, well then while you sit there and think of a more desirable imagination for me, I will be on my way." My anger never left while talking to this mare, annoyingly it only grew. I kept my expressions calm, my own muscles relaxed aside from the fact that I was just itching to rip at her veins until she could bleed no more. Her annoyance was outstanding, but that wasn't going to stop me as I side-stepped once more to head around her.

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I have to admit I was amused.
Not delighted, not peeved.
But I was amused.

There were not many places I hadn’t been, little that I hadn’t seen. This fell among that slim category. A stallion, intact, who could at least partially resist not only insults but seductive temptation as well? Most would be thrown into fits of rage, screaming and complaining like a little child, sometimes (though not often I’m proud to say) at my dire expense the forfeit of my fowl tongue was paid. I was drawn to the strange character, not as a jealous paramour but as a baffled scientist who’s found a particularly intriguing specimen.

Break out the test tube darlings,
Cause everyone’s got a breaking point.
Now, pray tell, where might I find yours?

“Leaving so soon?” This voice has a childlike delicacy to it, so fragile and ethereal it is in tone, and it attempts a vile hiss… But its own vocal chords betray it, and it only manages to dip ever so slightly in pitch. “Come now, you have to admit that you’re here for a reason.” Composure has regained itself upon the masquerade of my countenance, staring rather innocently into the beast’s gaze as I stepped to intercept his movements. “Why exit before the theatrical event is over?” I couldn’t help but snicker at the analogy, so out of context with my personality was it that I wanted to scream in agony.

Annoying? Obnoxious? Why yes I can be, and am, all for the sake of personal gain. To those who do not know me and cannot anticipate my needs and desires, of course I can be annoying. Frankly, if I weren’t myself, I would have exterminated myself long ago. Momma always said I was a little much for the weaker souls to handle. Now what’s this? An ulterior motive? Of course there is, love. There’s always an ulterior motive, in everything, for everything. Such is the composition of our twisted lives. So don’t play me for a fool, and certainly don’t play yourself for one either. We both know we’re better than that, now don’t we? It’s time we stop playing games.

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"One. I don't even know where 'here' is. Two. The only reason I am here is to get right through the lands. Three. If your going to talk, then walk and talk at the same time. Or is that too difficult for you to handle?" I grunted, no longer giving a damn if she was insulted by my words or thought of them as humorous. Consistantly we had been keeping up the mind games where I would try to walk around, only to be blocked by her. Sooner or later I was tempted to just run the mare over. If she was so insistant upon speaking with me, she might as well walk with me at the same time so I could get some ground covered. The longer I stood in one place, the less I had a chance to find the brute that stole away my mate and daughter.

((Eek, the shortness...))

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To his excuses my ears were deaf.
To his terms I was happy to oblige.

This much I believe I can manage.
Myself I removed from his path, relocating myself to a comfortable distance away to allow him to attain his desires, whatever they may be. A small smile perched precariously over my features as I observed his peeved countenance coupled with the contradictory manner in which he had received my final jests and temptations, far from the outcry of criminal anger I had come to expect from him. I satisfied myself with silence, entertained by the solemnity he maintained, restraining a thousand interjections that clapped their cups against the prison doors of my lips wistfully, permitting only the most innocent of questions to pass the guarded gates, Where is it that you are so desperate to be? I assure you, there is nowhere in the near vicinity that demands such urgency.

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"It doesn't matter where I am or where I go, just so long as I move as quickly as I can to get ground covered. As for why...Let's just say I need to find an old friend and pay him back for all that I owe him." It wasn't very difficult to figure out that sarcasm clearly gave away that I was looking for someone who was most certainly not a friend. I was glad that she had started moving, though my thoughts were becoming cloudy as I ran my little poem throughout my mind. So focused on my goal of finding the brute, my eyes were glazed over and my motions were almost robotic as I weaved around the occasional tree. I would only come out of my trance-like daze at the sign of movement, whether it be a bird flying around or wind moving plantlife.

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As she moved in tandem with him, a careful thoughtfulness overcame her as she smiled to herself behind the shroud of space and matter, turning away. Sometimes this was just too easy, she sighed blissfully, reveling in her sweet success and sweeter victory. She turned back to him with the countenance of a seasoned negotiator, prying for the advancement of her profits, a shrewd businesswoman out for a kill. Come now, let’s be blunt dearie, I don’t like to dance around with these things. she commented in a masquerade of tenderness, You’re a creature of purpose, and I like that. Her voice rose in her soliloquy, gaze flashing as if she was the composer of a brilliant plot. She left him hanging for a moment, betraying her own morals, all for the sake of dramatic suspense, perhaps to jerk him from his zombie-like state, perhaps to serve as the wittles to her insatiable needs for drama, perhaps a combination of the two. Then her high, infantile voice continued their speech. I believe that my services will be of use to you, and yours to mine. Now, how does this association strike you, love?

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Removed from my state by her proposal, I failed to see exactly how she could possibly help me. So far, all she had accomplished was annoying the crap out of me. What was she going to do? Aggrivate the brute to death? "By what means could your 'services' be of use to me? Same question as to how I could possibly assist you. Most importantly, why would either of us assist the other? Neither of us even know the other's name..." Damn if she wasn't annoying, and one could easily tell she was enjoying it. It seemed she took great pleasure in attempting to drive me into insanity, the nutcase. I couldn't see the point she was trying to make. I too paused before continuing, adding on to my last statement."Now what association could you and I possibly have, if we can only call each other 'Annoyance' and 'Annoyed.'"

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I paused, amused, downcast, and instantly quite peeved by his sudden explosion of irritable emotion. This was quite contrary to the reaction I had expected from the stallion. Who refuses alliances with me? Who refuses alliances period? How dare the gentleman insult a creature such as me! Perhaps we weren’t mutual beneficiaries forged in heaven, or hell for that matter, but I had just offered him the chance of a lifetime. So many times in the past few moments I had opened doors on top of opportunities in addition to chances. No more. This brute’s lack of tact and common decency would be his undoing, and frankly that suited me just fine. My patience, thick as industrial wire, was worn down to a spider’s thread, prepared to snap.

&&ANOTEFROMTHECOMPOSER ;;
you don’t want to be around when Asylum snaps.

You are a damned fool to refuse me, she snarled, ethereal tones not quite managing a vicious demeanor portrayed by her countenance, a fool to refuse an alliance that would be mutually beneficial. The details of this arrangement are frivolous, as frivolous as these pursuits are vain, as I see you are in no demeanor to accept them. Pinnacles were pinned against her skull, demoted to the altitude of the wild diadem of black lace which crowned her head, only slightly above the cold abuse of bared teeth, a sneer which widened at his final comment as a snarl-like sound tore at her vocal chords, making the desire to cough nag at her senses. She did so, much to her horror, as this greatly diminished the threat of her previous actions. Every cell in her body longed to see his blood, that beautiful crimson red of which she was so fond. Yet, despite this yearning, she managed one final cool and collected retort. My name is Asylum.