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This hellhole will be your home until you either die of natural causes, someone else kills you, or you somehow found a way into the med cabinet. You will rot here, and lose all sense of self, unless you entered here without it. Many patients that have entered into Asylum 82 are here by their choice. Many are murder suspects that plead insanity to be here. And others were placed here because their families viewed them as unfit for society. Things tend to happen in this place, many patients are known to end up missing soon after arrival and be found hidden in a closets days later, and others are killed on the spot. Whatever the case, be careful who you befriend. Never know when someone will place an order to you have you killed.



THE SETTING
The place where it all happened.
"WHERE ARE WE?"

According to one of the Doctors, we're somewhere over in Eastern Europe.

I think she's lying to us. Why would we be in Europe?

When I asked the date, she said it was
Late August, but she wouldn't tell me what year.

WHAT'S WITH THIS PLACE?
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 ANDERS, darin michael
darin michael anders
Posted: Dec 2 2008, 01:06 AM


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, darin michael anders.
" i seen that coming and did nothing to stop it."

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, a dark congregation of familiar faces .
    name: lala.
    age: eighteen.
    contact info: just ask. i don’t bite… hard.
    gender: female.
    experience: five years.
    other characters: adrian. olivia. damian. and brylee. (they’ll be up shortly).
, a red rose fell upon the soft snow .
    name: darin michael anders.
    age: twenty.
    hair: black in color. the style often ranges. it all depends on what he’s doing. darin’s typical look means his bangs are longer then the rest of his hair and the back is spiked. he’s been known to let the back grow out, and wear it in a mohawk.
    eyes: naturally a blue grey color, most of the time, he’s always wearing contacts to change the color.
    distinguishing features: a set of stars tattooed on his right wrist, a skull and crossbones tattoo on the inside of his left forearm, ears are pierced. not much else.
    height: six foot.
    weight: one hundred and fifty pounds.
    illness: suffers from insomnia, violent outbursts, and pyromania.
    face claim: jordan holland
, i am swallowed by the guilt of this .
    likes:
    ` sex. ”who doesn’t love sex?”
    ` piercings. ”i’m covered with them, obviously i like them.”
    ` tattoos. ”see above answer.”
    ` reading. ”believe it or not, i love reading… i even write my own lyrics from time to time.”
    ` nature. ”being able to spend time in a natural environment does wonders for inspiration.”
    ` exotic girls. ”i think the word exotic explains it all.”
    ` pasta. ”favorite food of all time..”
    ` baked food. ”second favorite.. anything baked is a sure way to my heart.”
    ` carnivals. ”strangely… the colors get to me.”
    ` photography. ”who doesn’t love being in front of a camera?”
    ` attention. ”all eyes on me, bitches.”
    ` comedies. ”the best kind of movie out there, if it makes me laugh, it’s worth the money.”
    ` fire. ”what’s not to love? you can burn shit down.”


    dislikes:
    ` romance movies. ”that sappy shit is for losers.”
    ` clingy girls. ”who really wants a girl looking over your shoulder, controlling everything you do?”
    ` rap music. ”the guys that write that shit, are failures as musicians.”
    ` insects. ”creepy crawling little bastards need to rot.”
    ` monkeys. ”honestly, those goddamn things freak me out.”
    ` obsessive people. ”i understand people can be obsessive over shit, it’s just really annoying.”
    ` chocolate. ”i don’t get how people can eat that stuff.”
    ` ex girlfriends. ”just can’t get along with them.”
    ` children. ”the constant screaming is enough to make me want to rip my hair out.”
    ` messy houses. ”i know i’m not the cleanest guy, but i like things to be in order.”
    ` being stared at. ”yeah, all eyes on me. it’s nice and all, but damn. being stared at bugs the shit out of me.”


    strengths:
    ` getting what he wants.
    ` hiding his feelings.
    ` getting on peoples nerves.
    ` making people laugh.
    ` cooking.
    ` holding conversations.


    weaknesses:
    ` not very helpful.
    ` rarely considerate.
    ` can’t use a video camera.
    ` can’t keep his cool in rough situations.
    ` acting appropriately in public.


    fears:
    ` burning alive.
    ` dying alone.
    ` dying of boredom.


    secrets:
    ` prefers men over women.
    ` sings pop songs while in the shower.


    detailed personality: the best way to describe darin? attention whore. because in all honesty, that’s what he is. if the spotlight isn’t on him, he’ll do everything in his power to have it placed on him. why? because that’s the way he is. when he’s not being an asshole, he’s a pretty decent guy. he can be pretty nice when he needs to be, and a complete prick when the time calls for it. darin is of the strange sort. his entire personality is contradictory. he’s not considerate of people, yet he loves to please his close friends. something fun to know about darin, he refuses to share his feelings with anyone. he could be downright, head over heels in love with someone, and he’ll keep it to himself, for fear of being made fun of by everyone else, and of course for fear of rejection.

    as much as he says he doesn’t, darin cares a lot about what people think of him, so when he’s out in public, he acts a bit odd, like he’s not sure how to properly act. he’s always making a fool out of himself, and blowing it off with a laugh or a joke, hoping it won’t come back to bite him in the ass later. darin is the passionate sort, when he finds something he’s good at he strives to become the best, but like everyone else, he has his limits. darin can only take so much until he loses his cool. people’s stupidity has always bothered him, and when others lack common sense. he doesn’t quite understand how some people can be so dense and not understand things, and ever so often, darin goes nuts outright. he’ll throw things, break things and just scream at the top of his lungs, just to make sure he’s gotten his point across. it’s a wonder that such sound can come from such a scrawny man.

    believe it or not, as awkward as he feels out in public, darin is really outgoing. he’s the type of person that will walk up to complete strangers and strike up a conversation about anything and everything, just for the hell of it. he believes in doing things on a whim. it doesn’t really matter what time it is, or where he’s at. if he gets the urge to do something, he’ll rush out and do it. not just sit there wasting time waiting for the right time to come. people have also called him impatient for acting like this, he doesn’t really mind being called impatient. he understands it’s a part of his personality. darin can be really jealous, but he’s the last person that will admit it. he hates when other people get attention, even when he knows they deserve it. it still bothers him. he’s impulsive and can be inconsiderate of other people’s feelings. in darin’s world, very few people have feelings worth giving a damn about, so why be considerate of them?

    for short periods of time, darin can be extremely violent. normally he seems rather calm, but the slightest change in his environment can send him over the edge. he hates changes in his daily life, unless he’s the one to make them. when in this violent state, darin is more reckless then usual. he’s cruel and sometimes even hateful. it’s times like this when he’s whisked away from the general public, for fear that he’ll kill those around him.
, you dared to kiss the face of the night .
    mother and father:
    sarah/interior decorator (forty-six)
    ian/school teacher (forty seven)

    siblings:
    lori/sophomore (sixteen)
    korin/music producer (twenty two).

    birthplace: miami, florida.
    hometown: miami, florida.
    pets: golden retriever Lunar.
    children: n/a.

    detailed history: on october twenty-first some twenty years ago. the parents of darin anders had been out partying, and thanks to unprotected sex, they were bombed with an adorable darin some nine months later. darin had been a bit of a pain in the ass at first, he never seemed to stop crying and he was always causing problems for his parents. finally, sick and tired of dealing with it, darin’s father took him in to be checked out, apparently the guy figured there was something wrong with darin, and that’s what had him crying all of the time. the doctor explained that darin just wanted attention, and perhaps just a little bit of love from his parents. this caught darin’s mother’s attention and the two became rather close in a short amount of time.

    as darin grew up, he was surround by girls, between his mother and his older sister, darin was never quite alone. it’s a wonder he turned out the way he did. after a couple of years, he was blasted with yet another girl to watch out for him in the future, his younger sister lori had been a planned birth, and although darin was aware she was on the way, he still felt caught off guard by it. when the school years rolled around, it became obvious that darin wasn’t quite like the other kids. he always seemed to get into trouble, yet he’d find ways out of them. in his early years, darin learned how to manipulate people to get what he wanted. after a short amount of time, manipulating people grew to be rather boring, and darin took on new interests. during his fifth grade year, darin made an interesting discovery. fire. although fire wasn’t exactly a new concept. to him it was. it was exciting and new, and more destructive than anything else he’d come across. while keeping up with his studies in school, darin would also toy around with fire on the side. he started collecting lighters and hiding them in his room. after a couple of months, his parents started to notice changes in his personality. he was no longer that sweet little boy they’d grown to love. he was more sadistic and cruel.

    the summer of his seventh grade year, darin’s parents set up a meeting with a psychologist. they wanted to figure out what seemed to be wrong with their son. after several sessions, the psychologist finally told them, nothing seemed to be wrong with him, he was just a little disturbed and this could be fixed with more of their love. when school resumed, darin’s active interest in fire grew. while in one of his classes, after lashing out at one of the other boys, darin set the kids clothes on fire and left the room before anyone had noticed. the police had been called and darin had gone unsuspected. the boy had been badly burned and couldn’t remember what had happened. home free.

    when high school hit, darin’s personality took another hit. he became more violent at times, and strangely sweet at others. people around him started abandoning him, and ignoring him when he tried talking to them. finally growing annoyed with people, darin gave up on school altogether. his parents would not allow this, although he had intended to quit, they forced him to continue until he made it until the age of eighteen. once his eighteenth birthday rolled around, darin went to the school and set fire to the building, leaving it to burn. returning home, darin proceeded to pack up his things, move them to the front yard and light the house on fire. it didn’t take long until the firefighters arrived to put out what was left of the house. darin’s parents knew who had done it, and pressed charges on their son.

    soon after the charges were pressed, things were taken to court, and darin was convicted of two counts of arson and the intent to kill. his attorney pleaded that darin was clinically insane and was unaware of his actions. it was settled that he would be moved to a facility in a foreign country to be taken care of. at the age of twenty, when the trials were over and the conviction stuck, darin was moved to asylum 82. he doesn’t seem to mind living there, he seems to be quite calm for now. it’s only a matter of time until he snaps again.
, in the cold like a hundred souls escaping .
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Sitting in his self created awkward silence, Brylee’s eyes continued to focus on random objects. They jumped from Quin’s bed sheets, to a small piece of only god knows what on the floor, to the glass of Quin’s bedroom window, tracing his eyes along each object as if they were something new and exciting. This was all a distraction, a means of keeping his mind off of the possible rejection he might receive. Would Quin really be so cruel to send Brylee away? To send him and his feelings out the door he’d awkwardly knocked on not long ago? Shaking the thought from his mind, Bry turned his attention back to Quin’s face. The boy before him looked innocent in many ways. He looked loving, and sweet, but also distant. Bry’s thoughts mulled over the idea of Quin being distant. Was it something he’d done? Did he have a reason to feel guilty now? His eyes dropped for what seemed like the millionth time, focusing hard on the boy’s bed sheets. If he stared long enough, maybe everything would make sense, maybe everything would fall into place and make him feel less of an idiot for blurting out ’I wanted to be here… with you.’ Could he have said it differently? Was there a way that he might have been able to prevent the silence he was now suffering through? Taking another unneeded breath, Bry listened as the air rattled around inside of him. The familiar sound… Somehow calming. Shifting around on the bed, Bry brought his hands into his lap and stared down at them. It was until Quin spoke, that Bry turned his attention back to him. "I want you to be here too. I'm glad you came." Brylee looked up almost shocked, it was the answer he’d been looking for, but somehow it seemed forced. Was it just him?

Shaking yet another thought from his head, Brylee moved around on the bed again. He couldn’t seem to find a comfortable way to sit, was it just him feeling awkward? Or was he realizing just how uncomfortable he felt in such a welcoming environment? Bry listened to Quin’s next string of words. He sucked at what? Explaining his feelings? Responding to something so blunt and out there? Bry tilted his head to the side, looking at Quin with curious eyes. Just what did he mean? It was moments like this, where he’d wished he’d been lucky to truly understand the feelings of others, but alas, the most he could do was assume what they felt, what they thought, what they wanted. Feeling his fingers being laced with Quin’s. Brylee looked down with a smile. He knew he didn’t have to say anything, and because of the fear that Quin might take his hand back, Bry sat in silence. Still staring down at their hands, Brylee almost missed what was said. "You're shy. Kind of. You feel nervous in a way but you want to be here.” Looking up, the blonde nodded slowly. He didn’t care how Quin managed to figure out that he was nervous, he was just happy that it was known without him having to say anything.

Sitting on the bed in yet another silence, Brylee felt less retarded for being in Quin’s room. He was wanted here and in a sense needed here. Staring into Quincy’s eyes, Brylee smiled wider, he wanted to pull him close and hug him, but would that be over stepping too many boundaries? Would Quin allow it? Blinking in his mental confusion, Brylee sat in his silence still. He realized after several moments of thought, that Quin had done most of the talking. Feeling somewhat stupid for being silent, Bry thought quietly of something to say. He needed something meaningful and not as awkward as he felt. Staring down at their hands, fingers laced together, Bry almost wanted to groan. He knew he was bad with words in these kinds of situations, but this was pathetic. Just how could he possibly sit there in such a silence? He felt like he was ignoring Quin. Opening his mouth slightly, Bry began to speak. Only to have his words cut off soon after, leaving what he’d said to be a jumbled mess. Biting his lip, Bry looked at Quin. When he finally spoke, his words were yet again whispered. ”I’m glad I’m wanted here…” He finished the sentence with a nod. Rather than to speak, Bry acted. He gently pulled Quin closer, closing the physical gap as much as he could without making things weird. Looking into Quin’s eyes, a smile spilled over Bry’s face. ”Although I’m not sure what to say… I know how to act..” The words spilled from his lips, they made more sense in his head, then they had out loud.

”I like being around you Quin. Your very presence makes me smile… I’m thankful for being what I am… Because it’s allowed me to be near you.” The words were clear and spoken a little bit louder then everything else he’d said. The smile on his face remained. He’d said what he wanted, it was up to Quin now.
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