Valorum Asylum: Welcome to the Madhouse!! PM me if you're interested

[Herr Vanderhing]

OOC Thread: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/97082-attentioooon-llllunatics/

"Finis Valorum Institute for the Criminally Insane. Otherwise known as Valorum Asylum built many years ago is now being re-openened!!!" News reports were having a field day over the story!! Several dozens of insane criminals have already been round up and placed in within the first few days of its grand re-opening. At the same time several of those dozens of criminals have mysteriously disappeared. More still incoming, transports filled with dozens at a time. The loudspeakers were screeching with the warden's voice in loop "*Hello new patient welcome to Valorum Asylum!**This is the finest institution the people of Coruscant have to offer!!*" the transports opened up letting out many cuffed criminals with many armed guards escorting each of them. Many of the criminals were twitching, and shaking, and giggling. Each and every single one were wearing some form of variation of the black and white striped asylum jumpsuit that they're forced to wear. There stood the large front entrance facing them. The guards guided each one to their cells.
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Herr Vanderhing was among those in the transport. He was wearing a black and white striped asylum robe outfit with a black and white prison cap that he added flaps that went down from the sides to the back of his head. His outfit was tattered and had a few rips at the tip of his robes. The guards guided him and the other prisoners through the front entrance and into their cells. The cells housed two people but depending on how violant the patient was he/she might get their own small solitary cell. His cell had a bunk bed and a single disgusting toilet. He looked at his quarters in disgust and shook his head.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn was wheeled into Valorum Asylum chained to a dolly. They muzzled his mouth after he bit a guards hand off. It seemed as though they couldn't find a jumpsuit big enough to fit him, so it clung to his body and the seems were torn in multiple places. He thrashed about wildly as they entered the asylum. The guards were the largest in the Valorum and they still had difficulty keeping him still.

As they entered Causstik noticed a fat woman at the reception desk. "Name please?" she said boredly without looking up. She was chewing her gum rather obnoxiously. Causstiks sight began to focus on her grotesque fat lips. Causstiks eye began to twitch as the woman kept smacking. He began to shake and then one of the chains broke and his arm was free. "RARGH!" he shouted as he reached out to kill the miserable human. Then his world began to turn black and the last thing he remembered hearing is "We have a special place for people like him,"

When he awoke he was chained to a table. There was a doctor who was preparing an IV. Causstik shook wildly, but he could not break free. "That's pure beska-steel, you will not be breaking those." the doctor said matter of factly. He flicked the tip of the needle then inserted it into Causstik's wrist. "It's a concoction i've been working on," he said as he walked over to a computer. "It's suppose to render the user a total zombie. I believe it also causes severe hallucinations. What better cage for you, then your own mind," the doctor flipped a switch then Causstik watched as an orange serum crawled up the tube and into his arm. Then he blacked out again.

[member="Herr Vanderhing"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis had made a mistake. A really bad mistake this time, one he didn't think was going to pay off. Ya get drunk, one to many times on some random planet, and ya wake up finding out you have signed up for an Asylum. His armor ripped from his body, replaced by some large Black and White Striped shirt that bulged around his body, beneath it laid canyons and crevices, mountains and hills all laced on his body from his experimentation. After all, in every experiment you need a control, and who better to be such a thing then the experimented.

Slowly he walked in, a guards gun aimed from a watch tower as large weighted handcuffs pulled his hands closer to the ground, his legs tied by large ball bearings, he had little chance to move, and without his movement, he couldn't very well fight back, "When will you learn... ya get drunk on an Alien planet, and your stuck in another damn shenanigan..." he mumbled as a nearby guard hit him over the head with the butt of the gun, letting out a short grunt as he kept pushing himself forward, slowly but surely the weight of the chains starting to become used to him.

As he made his approach he heard the ladies voice ring, "Name Please?" the bloated women said only to be met by a stare, the face twisting to be filled with malice for a few moments, until becoming soft and caring, "Thraxis. No last name." he said as his head bent to the side, his eyes shutting as a toothy grin became apparent. "Take him to one of the shared cells." she said as she looked down on her list, for a few seconds, his eyes narrowed, his face twisted into a mangled mess before being forced to snap back to a face of caring, Damn insect doesn't even know my name... he thought to himself before another sharp butt to the head was heard as he made his way to his cell.

As he made his approach he looked around, it seemed the cells around him had been filled up, quickly his hand ran to a part of his shirt, taking a small tear of cloth off of it, holding it in his hand and hoping the guard had not taken notice as he felt one more heavy butt to the back of the skull, almost a farewell sort of tap. As he was pushed in he got to work, tossing the single slither of cloth into the door, the guard snapping the door close fast enough that the slither done its job. "Perfect...." he muttered slyly as he went to his bed, taking a seat as he felt the heavy chains continue to weigh him done.
[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Inkblot]

Meanwhile, outside of the Asylum,

A lone figured in a heavy coat was overlooking the grim building from one of the many narrow suspended alleys that connected throughout the planet like a spider-web. He watched the intake of new prisoners through dusky grey lighting of Coruscant with nightfall descending upon it, soon enough its neons would burst into light like torches of greed and height of galactic society. The figure's face was hidden behind a white mask with black symmetrical markings, which in turn was hidden in the shadows of his hat.

He watched the men committed to Valorum go through their process, in silence, his hands deep within his coat's pockets, until he gruffed out,

"I have a bad feeling about this."

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami was rather unceremoniously tossed in to a cell.
obviously someone took her Social Anxiety disorder the wrong way.
so here she was in stripy pajamas and locked in a cell.
" Look im not crazy im just shy. " she yelled. trying to slap the door.
" Skev thats it time to escape"

 

[Hare]

The idea of being taken back to an insane asylum after his last experience with one was absolute anathema. He far preferred the less protective prisons of Coruscant to those specifically made to house the insane. The difference was that guards might at least consider working with you in the normal prisons if you made them a decent offer, but the ones here would all think that you were a delusional loon, and that the only things you could offer were a punching bag to sate their sadistic tendencies. He'd noticed that too. Most guards took some manner of pleasure when they had the opportunity to beat down another person, and it likely helped to invalidate the personal inferiority they constantly felt when thrown into a social interaction.

"Name?" The woman questioned, obnoxiously chewing upon a piece of gum as he stared.
"Harrison Reynolds. Hare for short. Yourself?" He spoke gently, attempting to insert enough charisma into his voice to warrant dismissal from this atrocious facility. The woman did seem somewhat taken aback by his question, but she simply shook her head and responded,
"Shared cell. One of the quiet ones."
He nodded his thanks in her general direction, and was immediately grasped upon the arms, and led away.
"I know this may come as a shock, but I am capable of walking without a babysitter."
Something hard crashed against his back, sending him sprawling onto the floor with a grunt of pain. Apparently, they took exception to that.
"Mate, doesn't look like you can walk at all!" The guard spoke with an accent filled with all the signs of lower class stupidity, and he laughed to himself at his own cruel joke.
"Indeed. T'would be a shame if you shared my fate." His voice was tinged with malice as he slowly arose from his position.
"Oi, that a threat big guy? You gon' break me, eh?" The baton arose, and fell once more, cracking down upon his shoulder this time. It hurt, but he continued to arise, attempting to ignore the pain though it made him yelp slightly upon first impact.
"All I'm saying is that you're no different than everyone else."
"Different from you, freak!" The baton swung once more.
Hare moved quickly, slamming his shoulder into the guard's exposed chest, and sending him hurtling back into a set of nearby lockers. They rattled loudly as he slumped to the ground, attempting to regain his footing. His foot twisted back, and was promptly sent hurling into the guard's cheek, the slight snap of bone indicating a broken jaw.
The man dropped his baton, and already Harrison could hear the sounds of other guards coming to take him away. He picked up the baton, weighed it carefully into his hand, and promptly brought it down upon the man's knee. Once. Twice. Thrice. It popped loudly with every consecutive blow until finally it cracked with intense force, and he heard the guardsman scream.
"You don't sound so different." He tossed the baton onto the ground, getting onto his knees and placing his hands on his head for the inevitable guards that would come charging into the room.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh had heard some rather disburbing news, well to be honnest it was quite tame compered to some news in the endless halls of the underground on Corscuant, but it was enouth for atleast some people be have trouble sleeping. The 'insane' so to speak were being sent away to a aslyum. He was rather surprised to hear the word 'aslyum', most didn't dare use such words, no they had to be long and nice like "psychiatric wards". Yet again, these places rarely grab the attention of many people, there are plently of insane that scramble the streets, yet no one minds them half the mind, so why was this so difference? Well it seemed to be most, if not all of these people being sent here had a criminal record of some sort, many deemed 'criminally insane'. Drogh was curiouse, was this some offcials so fed up with the crime that they started taking up uncoviential methods to keep criminals locked away? Was it a rivial gang or a crimelord trying to stop anyone from testing him? Well Drogh wasn't partcially sure.

Drogh unlike plently wasn't locked away, instead he was looking down from a rather tall spire, he was unseen or atleast not noticed by anyone whom gave a damn. He saw the endless hordes of 'inmates' come in and didn't see them come out. Troubling how the new goverment is allowing this to go on, surely it must be funded by some one more then a person generally trying to do good? This wasn't a place for the mentally ill, this was a cheap excuse for a jail.

Drogh staring down vechials speeding across at ridcoulse speeds, he still stared downwards. Drogh wanted the people within, he wanted the people that were so criminally degeranged. He had heared some whispers here and there of whom might be there, and one partcially name got his attention quickly. There was a Neimoidian [member="Herr Vanderhing"], some of actual power. The other noteable ones, although good in combat were little more then extremly troubled criminals or just bounty hunters that did some thing stupid or got unluckly.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Every person has four endowments - self awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom... The power to choose, to respond, to change. Cuasstik was trapped inside his own subconscious free to do as he wished, but only within his mind. The powerful hallucinations he experienced took him to his childhood, to battles long passed and the dark place where the voices began. The drug had made Causstik forget he was even a prisoner. Lost in his own world. He shambled around the asylum a three hundred pound drooling muscular husk. He was followed by a guard who gave him his daily injections. Causstik and the guard wandered around the Asylum endlessly and the guards often took advantage of Causstiks situation.

"Hey numb nuts. What's crackin?" A comedian asked. "Glargh, duhhhh..." Replied Causstik "Here i'll show y'u" POW, the guard kicked right in the family jewels. The guards doubled over laughing and Causstik stood still not feeling any of it.

"Duhhh... Blurp.."

"Take him to cell block four, he can wash the floors." Causstik and his keeper wandered off bucket and mop in hand. [member="Drogh"], [member="Herr Vanderhing"], [member="Hare"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Inkblot"], [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The loud speakers screeched once more *All patients are to report to the mess hall in half an hour!!!**Guards will be there to escort you all there in fifteen minutes!!!**This will be followed by rotational escorts to your psychiatric doctors for your daily sit down!*" Down the halls all of the patients will laughing and giggling one patient noticed what [member="Thraxis"] was doing and said "that's not very smart you know-ho-ho!!!" His cell was painted with dried blood and marker stains saying ~see no evil hear no evil~, ~help me~, and ~kill me~. He stood in the shadows then continued to speak "you-hoo-hoo know what they-hey-hey do to those they see trying to escape don't you!?" His head was throbbing forwards and backwards ever so slightly as he spoke "I tried it once!! The-he-hen they did this to me!!!!" He walked forward out of the darkness and his eyes were gouged out as if done by talons or claws "they brought me down the secret elevator!! And now there going to do-hoo the same to you-hoo-hoo!! Because.... GUARDS!!!!! THIS-IS MAN IS TRYING TO ESCAPE!!!!! AHAHAHAHEEHEEE!!!" Mean while not too far away the guards were rushing over to [member="Hare"] now carrying shock batons ready to beat him and down the hall the now slightly sedated [member="Causstik Rahn"] was. Two of the guards bickered with each other "Does he go to the cafeteria with the others?..." One asked "I don't know!!! I don't think protocol covers giant lizard monsters!" The other said back "Maybe if we put a muzzle and a shock collar on'im! It may be sedated but it's still dangerous!!" Outside of the facility the guards noticed [member="Inkblot"] gawking at the facility from beyond the fence "excuse me you're not supposed to be out here! This is private property belonging to the government!!" He then noticed a figure in one of the spires buy assumed that he was seeing things and went back to scolding the person in front of him.
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Herr Vanderhing stood in his cell refusing to sit on the disgusting bed he was given. He then looked through the bars his left seeing a crazy shouting at a man escaping and the girl next to him saying that she's going to escape. Then he looked to his right to see another man being beaten by shock baton guards and two other guards bickering in a large room further down. He already hated it there. The guards then began to start opening cell doors and dragging the patients to the mess hall.

[member="Drogh"], [member="Hare"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Inkblot"],v[member="Thraxis"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis got to work, as he listened to the man screech his incessant ramblings, he didn't care what they had. He had done it all before. Whether to a customer, or to himself, he had done it before. Soon he started to train his body, if he was going to be here, he needed to get use to these chains. Silently he pressed his body against the floor, squats and sit ups, pressing his body further and further on, the weight of the chains were surprisingly useful. If they left them on, he could train and get used to them, if they took if off, he could fight them. Really he had no downside. After a few minutes of heavy training his body had been pushed, the beads of sweet dripping from his brow as he looked to the other bed cell, "Well... can't be much of an Asylum if they have a buddy system." he said as he pulled himself back, looking to his toilet his brow raised, "Or maybe they just don't have the suicidal in here." he said as he took his break, pulling his weighted body along to the fountain, for a newly found Asylum they weren't exactly clean.

As he pulled himself down his started to lap up the foul tasting water, forcing it down his throat before getting back to training. Continuing straight for the next nine minutes before the guards came in, this time a new face, a calm man standing a foot taller and his muscles bulged far larger then his cranium looked down, his mouth a a twisted set of broken and rotted teeth as he gripped the man, pulling him along to the mess hall with his hands wrapping around his entire forearm. Only to be met with no resistance.
[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Drogh"] [member="Hare"] [member="Kami Meran"]
[member="Inkblot"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh had mananged ot make his way down the tall spire and was now lurking around the alleyways, waiting silently, like a statue cloaked like night. Drogh had heard the news fromwithin, a echoly voice that sounded robotic and yet human was calling out in the speakers. Yet the hollow unyielding screams of madness and pain deafed the voice. It could be hardly heard with the constant wizzing and roaring engies of the vechials of Coruscant but when you got closer, then became louder and louder. This place was hell, a different kind of hell. A hell of madness and insainty, yet reports had shown, prior to Drogh looking into this, that not everyone was indeed mentally insane, in fact an alarming amount were perfectly sane, well perhaps morally backward. Insanity was truely a loose term, that was not to say there weren't insane here, Drogh knew there was. Yet only a very brave man would dare lock away the criminally insane, yet who was stupid enouth to try and attack a well defended heavily guarded aslyum? Not very many, but Drogh wasn't going to do a massive assasult on this place, all that was needed was a single man to slip though the cracks. Drogh was that man, or atleast he would try to be. Yet Drogh noticed a landing pad, a perfect way to get in, yet it was some what quite high up. Drogh was no stranger to climbing things, and with the force by his side he might just be able to get up there, the real question was, could he do it with out being caught?


He began to creep around the alleyways, untill he came to it's edge, a few meteres before him would be a endless drop that would lead to certain death, and beforehim was some rather odd gothic walls that had plently of gapss and grabs to hold on to, Drogh took a deep breath, his fear creeping on him again, like vemon sinking into his blood stream, yet the fear powered him. His fear of death was fuel of the darkside, everyone new this. Drogh walked back, his heart getting louder and faster with everysteb, untill Drogh ran as fast as he could, just before the fall to his death he leaped out, narrowly clinging on to a bit of metal sticking out from the building, hanging on to it for dear life. It was a strange building, it had a cruel crude look to it, a rather gothic apprenace. Yet the rather unquie desigh had just saved his life, as he began slowly and steadily climing his way up to the landing pad.

 

[Hare]

The first blow was to be expected from any reasonable guard. The shock traveled throughout his body with a familiar intensity which made Hare curl into a ball out of sheer reflex. His muscles tensed and convulsed under the electrical assault, and he found himself completely incapacitated by the offending baton. His entire body felt sore and tender to the touch, and his senses were dulled by his agony. Despite that, he could still hear the faint grunts and groans of the guard that he had wounded only moments prior to his own injury. The man was unable to walk upon his leg, and it was immediately clear that his knee had been fractured or possibly even broken by the savage assailment.

“You’re dead, filth!” He spat venom through gritted teeth as his companions carried him away to appropriate medical staff and treatment.
“Unlikely.” He replied, his voice far weaker than it had been previously, and he recoiled as the baton fell upon his back once more.

With a painful yelp he was dragged upwards by a pair of burly guardsmen, and promptly carried down the hallway as though he were a limp animal. He was taken into the cafeteria which seemed to be excessively odd, but he could only assume that his punishment for his actions would take place at a later date. He was roughly tossed upon the duracrete floor, and attempted to drag himself to a standing position. His legs wouldn’t respond nearly as well as he would have hoped, and so he dragged himself along the ground until he reached the corner of the large room. He would simply rest and recuperate until he was prepared to retrieve his meal and meet his fellow inmates.

After all, how was he going to escape if he never met anyone? They were an intriguing group for certain, and Harrison’s eyes wandered around the room, eagerly scanning every single patient for what potential merits they might hold. Some were far too threatening to even attempt communication, and their intensely violent twitching and convulsions seemed reviling to the sane Hare. He wasn’t in the same category of madness as they were, and personally would never have classified himself as a crazy person to begin with, but such was the way of life.

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The guards opened all of the cells and began taking the patients to the mess hall. Many giggling and twitching. The guards were as cruel as they could when handling the patients. The patients sat and ate their lunch many mingling with each other, mostly babbling nonsense to each other. The cafeteria everyone was in was large, it housed several metal tables and seats. The room had a metal floor that had a black and white pattern to it and the walls were old and rusted and the cieling had a metal chandelier. The room had a small theater that the kind doctor's would play cartoons for the patients with. Everyone in the mess hall was loud making a lot of noise as they spoke.
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https://youtu.be/9B7xgV38ftQ (background theme time stamps show where the song is)

The guards opened the iron door to let Herr Vanderhing within the Mess Hall. He was one of the last prisoners put into the room. Many people stopped talking and staired at his robes. The insane inmates found it odd that he was wearing a "dress". He limped forward then one of the inmates through food at his face and shouted

"Aheeheehee!!! Look at his big-long-dress!!!!!"

The other inmates giggled and Vanderhing wiped the food off of his face then quickly turned to face the inmate (0:01) The inmate quickly turned his face away and giggled with his eye twitching. Vanderhing limped towards the table, climbed on to it, and stood upon it. (0:10)

"There appears to be some sort of misunderstanding here!... My name is Herr Vanderhing!! Many of you have no doubt heard of me, and my power!!" He limped forward and shoved the inmate's food off the table "As for those who clearly have not..." He looked at the man who threw the food "I offer you a word of warning... I am not a man to be made a fool of, I-I-I can assure you!!!!..."

(1:02)He stood there for a moment then the same person who threw the food lifted his robes slightly only enough to see Vanderhing's shoes and shouted

"Look you can see up his blouse!!!!..."

(1:06)The entire cafeteria fell into laughter and chaos as the other inmates began to get on the table and jump up and down. They were screaming, laughing, and throbbing. Vanderhing looked around jaw-dropped at the madness. One man was riding the chandelier above everyone like a rope swing, he saw several people banging their heads against the wall, the man who threw the food jumped up onto the table and began dancing and shouting

"Look at me!! I'm a lady in a dress!! I'm a lady!! I'm a lady!! Ahahahahahaaa!!" Another inmate shouted

"No I'm a lady in a dress!!! I am!!!" And this continued

Vanderhing merely got off the table and sat down at a different table and sulked

(Inspired by "Gotham")

[member="Hare"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Drogh"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Inkblot"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik was guided into the cafeteria by the two largest guards the asylum could muster. He was still bigger then both of them combined. He was muzzled but not chained. He had to wait for everyone else to eat there food then he was aloud to take his. "Er, uh, take. Food.." The guard said to the lizard as if he were some kind of lame child. In truth though the serum Causstik had been given doubled as a mind control agent. He had to willingly perform whatever command he was given, though while suspected by some of the doctors it had not yet been confirmed. That was to be tested out at his next "Therapy Session". Causstik took the food (A cup of grey clumpy liquid with a bendy straw which fit nicely into his muzzle) then went to sit at a table.

As he sat the table acted as a See-Saw with one end flinging high into the air. While it made the guards uncomfortable the rest of the "patients" seemed to enjoy the effect. "Dah! Weeee!" One shouted. Then a commotion started. A Nemodian in his traditional garb had started a scene, the prisoners went insane (More so then usual). The guards wandered off to "control" the situation by beating as many people as they could. Which effectively left the lizard alone for a moment.

"What a pretty lizard, so glad mama took me to zoo!" a patient approached Causstik and began petting him. "Lizard animal make Gondo fly again?" while the question was worded strangely Causstik understood the request. As Gondo sat at the other end of the table Causstik stood up then sat back down, Hard. The poor deranged man went flying through the air flapping his arms like a bird all the while. Then landed with a loud smack, his neck broken. Causstik sat back down and enjoyed his drink. [member="Hare"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Drogh"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Inkblot"], and [member="Herr Vanderhing"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis brow raised as he walked into the mess hall, a hard hit to the back of his skull as he turned with empty eyes towards the Weequay, he knew when to be silent and when to talk and this was not one of those times. Simply he walked along, the heavy ball bearings weighting his arms down as the ground itself groaned underneath its weight, his muscles still aching from the training, his eyes looking around as his suspicions started to grow.
As he walked over to the Cafeteria he grabbed his set, a large bowl of crap, not literally, but it being not literal crap was not much better then actual crap from the stool he seemed to have been given. As he grabbed his food he took his seat, as close to the centre as he could, his hands grabbing the others respective chain and tugging it up and atop hist able, the loud crack and groan as the table bent in a little, unwilling to break to the weight as Thraxis began to look through his food. "Well... they didn't hide anything in here at least..." he muttered as he looked to the man next to him, the signs of scars clear across his body as his hand shook like a madman high as a kite, splatters of food bouncing back and fourth and onto his own as he sighed, before digging into his own food.

It didn't take long for one the men who came in with him started a stir, gloating about his own prestige though prestige meant nothing in here. In here, your only as powerful as you are capable. Which meant that becoming the most prestigious one here, wasn't what one would call a difficult challenge. The challenge would come from keeping it away from the guards. Because if they suspected you holding power, it was likely they would try and snatch it away from you.

As the crowd grew insatiable with their insanity Thraxis took note of the guards, their batons readied as they began to bash at the uncontrolled horde and mob of men, their bouncing and jubilation one that was unquestionable at the very least. Thraxis took his chance, as the men started to dart about he quickly started to slide across his table, grabbing and emptying whatever was left from his inmates bowels and filling his own before darting back to his position before the noise dissipated into a sweep of dead and more broken inmates then before. All he needed to do, was remain unnoticed. That was all he needed to do.
[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Hare"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"]
[member="Drogh"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Inkblot"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh had heard screams, faint and quite, but it was a mad rummbling to be sure. It seemed as if a million people were being tortured all at once in that place, all their screams sounding together like a choir of madness. Rage, madness, depression, sadness and overall insaninty was the lyrics and the song was a peice of art in it's own right. Drogh had no idea who was doing this, but he knew the person behind this had a reason, he wasn't some loon like the rest. He was a man or women, or what ever it was, it had a reason behind this, all of this. Drogh had his thoughts on whom might be behind this. This sort of thing would be expected under One Sith control and certainally no one would blink a eye, but that was different now. It had reopended under the Galatic Alliance meaning that it was closed or closed down during the time the One Sith had control of this city-planet. So it had reasons behind it, although they were 'suager-coated' in helping the mad it seemed it was just another to lock up criminals, would normal jails not do? No, this had a greater meaning that just giving the countless criminals more pain then they already have been given. It's all to specific.

Drogh's hands were begining to hurt as sharp mental was jabbing at this hands as he deserptly grabbed on them, pulling him foward. He had expected it would be hard, but this pain was horrbile, although Drogh had suffered worse but dragging one's body on a hardly well kept building using nothing by hands and feat is not the most nicest of things. Grunting, sweating and cursing under his breath he finally got up, his hands gribing on the end of the landing pads walkway, his fingers just showing. As he pulled him self up, he quickly ducked down again, notcing a single gaurd with a Carbine Blaster, which was odd as most carried a baton of some sort. Pulling him self along the edge, he slowly began to creep longer, and loner untill he was just right infront of the man with the carbine. Taking out his hand, he would grab the man by the leg, a quick gasp would come from his mouth, but before he could fire he was too busy screaming as he fell to his death. However using the force, Drogh quickly snapped the Carbine into his hand, just about catching it, he would throw it on to the walkway, before slowly pulling him self over to the walkway.

 

[Inkblot]

[member="Kami Meran"], [member="Drogh"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Herr Vanderhing"], [member="Hare"],

Meanwhile in a nearby safehouse,

Inkblot was putting on his new fighting gloves, an Electro-Cestus, version without any blades in it but a nice amount of plating for better hits and electro-shocking padding on the palm, he closed his hands, feeling how the gauntlets fit. In one vambrace of the gauntlets the vigilante was able to mount a Flamer, while in the other a wrist-mounted shattergun with some additional ammo magazine,

These will do nicely,

He thought to himself as he holstered at his belt his new pistol, an SP-1 shattergun, along with a new baton, a grappling gun, and a telescopic spear. Reaching over to his heavy armored coat he put it on, closing the flaps up to make sure his collection was concealed from prying eyes. For once he didn't feel like he was going to do his usual rounds along the city's walkway and alleys, beating up thugs into submission, this time he felt like he was preparing for war. He slipped into his boots, with a couple of jets built into them, when suddenly,

"We have a riot in progress,"

A nearby commlink spoke up, the vigilante turned towards it, he had it sliced into the channels used by the Asylum guards and local law enforcement,

"Confirmed dead guards in the Valorum Asylum."

So it begins.

Ink thought to himself as he picked up his hat and moved towards the door,

"Time to wipe some inky stains."

He paused and sighed,

"I need a new catch-phrase."

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

As the inmates were hopping off the walls only a few guards attempted to stop the riot to little avail. Most of the guards were to lazy to even attempt to stop the inmates. The warden eventually noticed the chaos and merely observed and took notes. He then went up to the barred iron doors of the cafeteria and look on through the large iron bar walls keeping the inmates within the mess hall. He was a man of an average height and weight. He wore a white buttoned up lab coat that went a little lower then his knees and covered the entirety of his neck. He wore small round bifocals with pink lenses. He had a small smile while gazing at the chaos in his asylum. Then final he walked up to the doors, looked through and perused the inmates as if they were groceries at a store then finally he pointed at one that was banging his head against the wall and finally said "There! That one will do per-fectly!!" His voice was slow and somewhat quiet but assertive. The guards then grabbed the inmate and dragged him out of the room violently. The inmate was just some random nobody that had the mind of a five year old. The warden walked off with the guards dragging the inmate and disappeared. The inmate would never be seen or heard of again and this was just one of many since this had been happening constantly. Most of the inmates were too crazed or stupid to notice but some of the more intelligent ones took notice very easily. Meanwhile outside no one noticed the vigilante or the person planning a breakout of the asylum.
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Herr Vanderhing still sat and continued to sulk. He looked up and saw saw a man stealing food. He shook his head in disapproval and disgust "How could you stomach the first serving nonetheless about five more!?" He thought to himself continuing to sit in silence.

[member="Inkblot"], [member="Drogh"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Hare"], [member="Kami Meran"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked to the only man with a semblance of sanity in the building, something he couldn't be certain he had anymore, "Well. It ain't the best food I can tell ya that much." he said as he went back to gorging, trying his best to let the food hit his stomach before it could touch his taste buds, "But I don't know when feeding time ends and when the next one is, and if imma gonna be training, imma gonna need as much as I can get."

Sliding closer towards [member="Herr Vanderhing"], the heavy weights slowing his approach as he got close, struggling to raise his hand up towards the one few men he saw as sane in the building, "Thraxis, no last name." he said with a smile, waiting for the man to return in kind.
[member="Inkblot"] [member="Drogh"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Hare"] [member="Kami Meran"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh walked in, the gates opening before him, they were cleary automatic, yet they had a strange medieval look to then, as if this place was built before this entire planet was a city. As he walked foward, the girl chewing up gum looked up at Drogh for a breif second, saying in a rather bored drooling tone. "Name?". Then she took another look as Drogh did not say anything, before she could scream or cry out Drogh snapped aggresvily, yet queitly at her. "Shut up, or you'll be dead." Drogh said pointing the blaster towards her skull, the girl was scared, sitting down on her table, shame there wasn't any glass for her sake between him and her. "Wh-what do you want?" The girl managed to say, scared for her life, perhaps she being part of this cruel game finally caught up on her. "I want all the doors unlocked, all the cages to be opended, I want everyone to be sent free and I want that radio". Drogh listed out his orders, yet the girl only shivered, saying in quiet voice. "I-I don't have that power, only the wardan can do all that." Of course Drogh knew that, of course. Drogh grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her close towards him and the blaster. "Where can I find the wardan?" He demanded, his mask and voice hiding his deep anger. "I-I don't have access." Drogh did a deep ghost like sigh, shaking his head, rather annoyed to say the lesat. "Fine, are the inmates in their cells?" "No." She replied, struggling to make eye contact with Drogh, wandereing if he even had a face. "Where are they?" Drogh asked. "I don't-mess hall they're in the mess hall eatin'." She said in her fear, a single tear streaming down her cheek. "Mess hall.."


Drogh walked, having the carbine at the womens neck, ready to blaster her away if anyone dared come close to him, and people did, he was every where on the camras, and before people knew it, gaurds were being sent away from the mess hall to deal with this stranger. Drogh knew that fighting every single secuirty gaurd would be a death sentence, so he just had to pray that the guards cared a tad bit more about their own staff then the patients. Drogh felt as if he was gambling alot, once again that fear began to strike in, he really, really didn't want to die, even less so then end up here as another mad man, he would rather take his own life then that. "I hope you are liked for your own sake and mine." Drogh cruely whispered into her ear, as he tighten the grib around the women digging his finger tips into her fair skin.