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

[Thraxis]

As he was dragged by he saw the man walk by, it was all too familiar, that fake smile, the way he walked and greeted everyone past him. That was the strut of a demon, the strut of something he could call kin. A torturer, as he walked past a cheerful grin washed over him, "Oh, oh ho ho... you better be here for me. I have been looking for a fun time..." he said in response to the nod, as the man walked further away he began to chuckle, his laughter echoing and resounding through the halls, his eyes widened with jubilance and glee before being tossed into his cell. He paused for a few moments, calming himself down before getting back into his training.

For all of twelve seconds he trained, not a sweat to be broken before the alarms rang the guards running into his room and swinging open the door. Their large frames man handling Thraxis as they dragged him out into the courtyards, a look of annoyance running over Thraxis before being tossed outside, a hard thump as his skin brushed against the ground, his eyes narrowing as he got up, looking towards the building, a look of fevered annoyance as he was seemingly not allowed to do what he wanted.
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[member="Lark"] [member="Hare"]

 

[Lark]

Lark lounged in his cell for a few minutes after his session with Thompkins concluded, but he wasn't there for long before the fire alarm started going off. Someone must have pulled it. Or maybe there was an actual fire. Both options seemed plausible. He was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. They'd probably have to put guards stationed in front of them to stop the inmates from pulling them.

A pair of guards ran in front of his cell. "Hands up!" One of them yelled.

Lark complied, standing from his bed and holding his hands above his head. They opened the door, and grabbed his arms, forcing them behind his back. Cuffs soon followed. One grabbed his elbow, tugging him towards the exit. Other guards rushed around, chasing the inmates they were supposed to lead out. The sprinklers were going off, drenching everyone in a light water. Lark's guards relaxed slightly. At least their inmate wasn't bouncing off the walls.

Lark brushed his wet, matted hair out of his eyes, and saw a man conversing with a few other doctors. He clearly looked to be the man in charge. Unfortunately, Thompkins wasn't among the ones he spoke with. The man looked at Lark, and smiled menacingly. You're mine, that smile said.

Lark smiled good-naturedly back at him. They met each others gazes, and through the falling water, Lark's yellow eyes twinkled. And then he was brisked passed him, and brought outside. He was brought past a spot where another inmate had been thrown to the ground, Lark recognized him as one of the ones that was at the cafeteria table earlier. His guards stood off to the side, keeping half an eye on Lark, but at the same time patrolling the area, making sure no one escaped. He peeled off the clothes that were sticking to his skin, and held his cuffed hands behind his back in a tranquil manner. He studied the area he was brought to, if he wanted to escape it'd be important to have an idea of the layout of the asylum.

But it was equally important to know how those in power operated. He already had a good relationship with Dr. Thompkins, he'd need to maintain that. And in simply looking at the Director, he had a grasp of what kind of man he was dealing with.

But that poor man had no idea what kind of beast Lark was.

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[Causstik Rahn]

The sprinklers activated and people quickly began evacuating the building. No one seemed to question the guard leading the large Trandoshan by a chain. So as everyone evacuated they quietly made their way to the laboratory where the serum was kept. Causstik looked to the guard "Unchain me," he hissed and the guard complied. Causstik flexed his forearms a little and the guard merely sat in his drug induced state. Causstik gripped the man's head with one large hand then smashed it against a wall.

He searched the lab until he found the rest of the serum then began mixing it in a vat with a small amount of his blood. When he was finished he made his way to a water tank and poured half the serum in and the other half he poured into the ventilation system where the heated air quickly evaporated the mixture into a gaseous state. Soon anyone left inside the Asylum would find themselves mindless Zombies left to do Causstik's will. And what did he want?

Causstik walked over to a terminal and opened all the cells. Then he spoke into the intercomm "Burn it all," Hundreds of mindless slaves went about creating fire however they could, some even going so far as to light themselves on fire. Causstik walked through the inferno that was Valorum Asylum and laughed as if at some unheard joke.

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[Herr Vanderhing]

Fire droids soon arrived to inspect the building for a fire, they began searching all over the building in every crack and crevice looking for the fire. While this was happening the guards were watching the inmates very closely and beat down anyone rebelling against them. They patrolled with batons in hand looking for anyone causing trouble. Warden Cheng left the building along with rest of the staff and whispered to the vice-warden "I don't believe that there actually was a fire in their, I believe that we've all been fooled by an intruder! If they find the underground lab, that could mean the end of us!! I believe we should take action ASAP!"

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Herr Vanderhing stood out in the cold surrounded by guards and inmates shivering and running his arms together. He stood by himself hoping and waiting for a speedy return into the warm building. Being used to the tropical Cato Neimoidia and the desert Geonosis he hadn't had much experience with any form of cold.
(I've been recruiting for this thread so possibly expect more people to come and a possible explosion of posts soon idk though)

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[Thraxis]

Thraxis eyed the people around him, "Okay... Herr... Red head.... Wonder where Causstik is...." he said, a quick scan over all those present before turning back towards the burning building, the sight of Fire Droids arriving to fulfill their only lot in life, as he started to get back to what he was meant to be doing, his back laying against the cold ground as the chains laid comfortably on its unforgiving surface. His arm jerked across, his hands gripping the back of his skull as the chain pulled with stress, before starting to hover lazily in the air, his eyes swelling with stress as he held himself aloft for a few seconds.

Slowly he lowered himself down, the feeling of the chains weight disappearing for a few seconds before his other arm went through the same turmoil, the look of guards turning their attention to the only inmate who hadn't started trying to either rebel, escape or just be themselves. Which tended to be why they had gotten in there. Thraxis took a quick note of the guards equipment, their bodies facing him giving him a good chance to size them up, their Batons lazily hanging and within easy to grab reach and take.
[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Lark"] @Herr Vandering

 

[Drogh]

Drogh saw the madness in front of him. He was delighted by it, how the place of insanity was driven insane, not by the disillusions of the mind but by a simple trick, a thing school children and petty thief's would do, a false fire alarm caused all this chaos. Drogh took a moment to feel that, how it felt to cause such chaos with such little effort, such a simple trick had grave consequences. People would surely want Drogh after this, people knew his mask and that mask would gain a sense of attention he'd rather not have. Drogh had to force him self to look away from the screen, it was fascinating to him, but if he dwindled here any longer, he would surely get killed. Drogh sat up, his back aching slightly from sitting down for so long, how it odd it felt to finally stand, he had been here for hours, a strong feel of fear had carved it's way into him, again. He was here far to long, he would certainly be in serious trouble now. He ran to the door, but before he could escape he was greeted by a large man, a human to be sure, yet tall and he looked like a shaved Wookie. He knew theses sort of people in the underworld like the back of his hand, dangerous and menacing, hostile and aggressive, only fears those who are bigger then him. In most cases Drogh could easily outsmart or just out right avoid these people, this was no the case he for the first time in his life had been caught of guard by these kind of people.

Before Drogh could reach for his blaster, a massive fist came crashing down, smacking it right in the center of the face, a grunt of pain as he hit the mask was heard, but Drogh was far worse off. In fact Drogh was knocked out cold, laying there like a ghost that had finally been put to rest. Drogh didn't dream often, and when he did, he quickly realized he was in one. He was in a alleyway, he was not convinced, he knew he was dream and he was panicking, but before any nightmares of his subconscious could reak on him he was woken by a harsh smack on the face.

"Rise and shine, kiddo." Drogh wasn't happy, he had been caught and he felt like he was beaten, which he most likely was, hist foot still hurt although the bleeding had halted.

A different man, more 'human-like' then the other deformed mutant that just bashed Drogh's face in, which he wasn't happy about. What annoyed Drogh even more is that his mask wasn't on his face, which scared him more then anything. The man wore the typical uniform, unkempt beard and hair, the sort of a man that would enjoy hurting easy pray. Hence was he was beating a man that was chained down, which annoyed Drogh. More hits and kicks, along with spit came his way, Drogh had worse thrown at him, like the punch earlier for example. "So, why are you here?" The man said.