forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Aliana clapped her hands, "Bravo! How did you start the fire. Was it on purpose or an accident?"

(May I join?)

(yeah you can join)

Kaz glanced up as his roommate barged into the room. He rolled his eyes, not really caring about the fact that the other guy seemed angry too. Just someone else to be pissed at the world with. Besides, he would probably get thrown into his own room soon enough with his tenancy to start fights. Or make out with his roommates. It depended

SHE stared at her. “Why would it be an accident?”

Aliana shrugged, "I don't know." She giggled, "I killed a guy on accident! It was fun! Seeing his blood flow out of him as his face turned ashen."

“You’re insane,” She grumbled, leaning back again. She snatched wt something before realizing it was hurts scrap piece of cloth.

(“Or make out with his roommates” lmao so subtle)

Vaughn opened his bag, jaw clenching tightly as he did so. The longer section of his hair fell across his forehead, the tips right at his eyebrow. He began to unpack his things, laying clothing items out on his bed after neatly folding them. He had felt eyes on him for a moment, but simply chose to ignore it. He wasn’t exactly a people person.

Kaz went about taking his things out, scowling as he realized his pencils had been taken. "Son of a bitch," he muttered quietly before rummaging through the bag, trying to make sure he at least had his sketch pad. He ran through his things for a moment, a small amount of panic welling up as he realized he couldn't find it. He finally reached the bottom of the bag and he threw it angrily to the floor. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled a little louder than he had intended

Vaughn’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the sound of his ‘roommate’. He finished unpacking a moment later and dropped his bag next to his bed. “Hell is wrong with you?” He asked in a monotonous voice, not even looking at the other boy as he spoke. He didn’t care what was wrong with him. He just wanted that kid to quit his screaming.

Kaz put his head in his hands, rubbing at his temples. "Took my goddamn sketchbook," he grumbled, reaching into his pocket. He pulled a small bottle of pain medication out of it, and he popped a few in his mouth before hiding it in the pocket of his hoodie again

Vaughn stifled a sharp scoff, shaking his head slowly to himself. Great, his stay would be a goddamn nightmare. Why couldn’t he have just been put in a single room?

Kaz's frown stayed as he reached over to throw what he didn't immediately need back into the duffel bag messily. He rolled over, flopping onto the bed as he stared up at the ceiling. He managed not to move for all of 5 seconds before he started to tap his foot against the end of the bed

Vaughn stepped aside to set his folded clothes on top of a small desk. He scratched at the back of his neck, openening the drawers and looking through them. There was nothing in them besides dust and various old wrappers. Nothing that would be of use to him.

Kaz turned his head a small bit towards Vaughn. He hadn't gotten a look at his roommate yet, and if they were stuck together for who knew how long, he might as well try to make some sort of a first impression. He stared at Vaughn for a moment, trying to piece together some sort of an idea of what he was like. He was definitely well dressed, but that was unusual for someone their age. He also seemed to be somewhat attractive from what he could see of him, but he also looked like the type to readily sock Kaz in the jaw. Do we want to rip his throat out or do we want to make him scream? In a good way of course, his mind supplied, and Kaz's mouth quirked upward in a half-attempted smile

“You’re insane,” She grumbled, leaning back again. She snatched wt something before realizing it was hurts scrap piece of cloth.

"The correct term is psychotic," Aliana told her a smile beaming across her face, "And yes I am diagnosed with psychosis!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "Goodnight."

Vaughn once again felt eyes on his back. He frowned heavily, brushing hair back and away from his forehead. He turned, staring down the other boy with his eyes narrowed dangerously. His eyes went to his face, where he seemed to be smiling. Wipe that smile off his face, Finley, a whisper hissed, causing his hands to clench into fists. “What the fuck do you think you’re smiling at?”

"Night!" Aliana replied cheerfully. She went back to singing softly, "Pockets full of Posies. Ashes. Ashes. We all fall down!" She fell back onto her bed.

Looks like we're right, Kaz's mind sang giddily. I like it when we're right. Kaz shrugged. "Nothing you would care about." At least not right this moment. But the way the man postured made it so difficult to keep himself from punching him in the jaw just to see how good of a fighter he was. Or press him up against the wall to see how loud he could get him before the guards burst in

Vaughn’s eyes still had a sharp glint, the urge to pin the boy down and strangle him still strong. He managed to restrain himself and turned away, stepping over to his bed. He layed down on his back, using his forearm to cover his eyes from the bright lights as he concentrated on the silence.

Kaz glanced over at the man, forcing himself to stop smiling. His alter ego really needed to shut up sometimes. "You want the lights off man?" he asked, trying to be a little empathetic

“Doesn’t matter,” Vaughn muttered, staying in that same position. Why didn’t this kid take a hint and keep his mouth shut? Wasn’t it obvious enough that Vaughn didn’t want to talk to anyone?

Kaz rolled his eyes before getting up and hitting the light switch. "There you go princess," he muttered, though he didn't quite realize he had said it out loud. He went back to his bed, rubbing at his eyes. God he was tired. He hadn't slept in weeks and his body hurt from the lack of rest. Just take more pills. You'll either die or you'll feel better, his mind muttered. At least it wasn't telling him to just kill himself outright today

“Fuck off,” Vaughn grumbled in response, still keeping his arm over his face. Princess? Who the hell did this guy think he was?

Kaz almost snorted at that. How about we fuck on? his mind provided, and he very narrowly kept his other personality in check as he felt it nudge at the back of his brain. Ohhh no. Not happening. Not after last time, he thought back, and his mind gave a disappointed whine in response

can i still join?

Vaughn shut his eyes tightly, letting out a slow breath. This would be a living nightmare. Maybe if he got in good enough with the female officials, they would get him a single room.

Kaz rolled to a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes again as he reached down to take his boots off. He was exhausted, which made it easier for Kaon to take over when he didn't want them to. He set the boots next to the bed before rolling onto his back again. He could feel his eyes beginning to flutter shut in the dark, but sleep was never kind when it came to him