Hayden sat leaning against the wall until the guards came and drug him up and out of the cell, rather than putting him in his wheelchair they dragged him along the hall bringing the chair along with them. Hayden struggled to try stay standing but was mostly just being drug. They got to the dinner room and threw Hayden onto the ground along with his chair, Hayden got up slowly and flopped down into the wheelchair.
The guard escorted Crystal to the dining room. “You are eating breakfast, you hear?”
Crystal fake smiled, “of course! I would never disrespect this place.”
Cressida was taken to the dining room along with Crystal. She was oddly quiet.
As Ale walked along, he tried his best to memorize the place. He was taken to a room with a vender handing out lunches behind a counter and glass pane. Picnic tables stood in rows and columns.
Crystal looked over to see her new friend. “Ale, are you alright?”
"I-I'm fine." Ale lied, getting his lunch. Some mashed potatoes that looked and probably tasted like soggy sawdust, as well as a bit of fried dough, a glass of room-temperature milk, and a few leaves of lettuce a tomato and an onion that was almost a salad.
The guard got Crystal’s food, grabbed Crystal’s hand, and sat her at a restraining chair that was symmetrical to another restraining table. The two were at the same picnic table. The guard strapped Crystal into the chair, but not to tight that she couldn’t feel anything. The guard feed her the only thing on Crystal’s plate, a plate of mashed potatoes that had her cold and anti depressants (from the nice guard) spinkled inside.
The guard had to put one of those mouth openers dentists used in Crystal’s mouth. He put a little bit at a time, and constantly told her to swallow. (Gross….)
Ale ate with Crystal, not needing to be restrained. He finished his fried sough first. After a while he heard something, like a mixture bwtween a screech and a howling wail.
"It smells food." One of the guards said.
Another noise, thst was very similar. It was eerie. It sent chills down Ale's spine.
"What is that?" He asked.
"No of your business!" A guards snspped, wary, and slightly fearful.
“Now gentlemen, what did Dan say about yelling at the patients. He said if you do, they will negatively react.” He nicely says, Dan being his brother and a close friend of the boss gives him ‘perks’.
“And you wouldn’t want my brother upset, would you?” He said with a smile.
(Is this okay? I wanted to give him more character. If you think it’s to OP I’ll delete it.)
Another ugly caterwaul escaped through the walls. Ale finished his dinner. And waited for crystal. Jesus this place was more like s prison thsn an azylum. Where was that noise coming from?
Did they have a solitary?
Crystal had just finished her food, a couple minutes after Ale, and went over to him. “Hey, sorry if I took to long…”
I think II'm going to yeet mmyself into the void, tata//
"It's fine!" Ale said, offering her his glass of milk.
"Want it?" He asked. He saw that she hadn't eaten much.
“Oh! Thank you. They ran out of water and milk when me and the guard finally got to the food.” Crystal happily took it, and drank it with joy. She creepily petted the glass and creepily said, “can I keep the glass?”
Cressida doesn't eat but pokes at her food with a spoon. She still hasn't spoken at all.
(Yeets self into the void)
(Hi…)
(Come RP Duskie!)
"If you can slip it by the guards." Ale says.
(What is happening?)
(Hi…)
(Hi… It's dinner.)
I dunno, my character has nothing to do whatsoever. He doesn't eat…//
(I messed up. If you saw that reply, don’t bother with it.)
Just read rhis page. It has all the info you need.
Oh…How should my character appear?//
(Just have them finish and walk up. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen in an asylum, especially if it's this one.)
Crystal giggled then whispered, “the only one who caught me was the nice guard, and he let me cut myself before.”
Maybe I can get some blood from someone else to mix in my bloodstream…I’ll finally be dead!
Rosemary stared vacantly at the plate, trying hard not to break down at the sight of slime