The Childrens asylum.
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Thread Topic: The Childrens asylum.
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(It's ok Mac. Everyone does it sometimes.)
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Who's turn?)
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Yours I think)
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Tyler was unconscious when the nurse delivered him on the dolly to the special room. The nurse removed him from the dolly, and strapped him to a chair, restraining his wrists, and his ankles, as Tyler was known to "move around a lot" during his sessions. He was given something to wake him back up, and across from his was a man. He was an older, african american man. He spoke in a calming voice. "Hello Tyler. It's good to see you again. Have you been improving yourself?"
Tyler snickered. "Well, If you're asking if I've killed anybody lately, No. If I've tried to, well." Tyler said, flicking his wrists, to show he was in restraints, as if the man already didn't know. The man smiled. "Well, lets look at a few more tests, see if we've made any improvements." The man pulled out white cards with black ink blotches on them. The Rorschach test. Tyler just smiled. "Ok" he said, in a hushed tone. The man showed a card. It was an "X " with a smaller "v" shape on the top part of the "X". But what did Tyler see? A butterfly? Maybe some other insect? No. Tyler laughed. "I see a dead person. With blood gushing out of their head." The man's sweet determiner changed. "Let's try another." He said. He showed another one. It was mostly round shaped, and had two holes in the center. On the sides, were to other black marks, on the outside of the roundish shape. What did he see this time? Not a dog, or a pig, or possibly some other animal. Tyler said. "I see a skull being held up. Your skull being held by my hands." The man at that point put his cards away, and began to leave. He whispered at a guard by the door "I'm sorry, I cannot help him." Tyler, overhearing said. "It's the human mind. You can't force us to see certain things in those stupid f---in ink blots. We see what we want. Maybe even what we desire." Tyler chuckled. The man walked out. -
Next is Magie, then Mac)
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Another nurse came to Scarlet's room. "Scarlet dear, it's time for your testing." The nurse told Scarlet. Scarlet stood up and walked with the nurse. Scarlet sat in a comfortable chair. The doctor showed Scarlet a picture with in and asked her what she saw. "I see a paper with ink on it." She told him, looking up at him. "I see exhaustion, and disappointment. I see worry and fear. I see distress." She added as she looked at him. "I see surprise." She added when his emotion changed. "Let's try another test. I'm going to say a word. You're going to tell me what it makes you think of." The doctor told her. "Scarlet." He said. "The colour of blood, anger... The colour of roses and lips." Scarlet told him. "What about the name?" He asked. "In the Middle Ages, Scarlet was a word for an offence or sin." Scarlet told him. The man sighed. "Happiness." He continued. "A very important emotion. Something that you're expected to feel all the time." She told him. Something I disturb a lot. She thought.
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Mac?)
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(?)
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Should we skip Mac again?)
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Hello??)
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Yeah probably)
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(Ok)
The Nurse smiled as Molly scribbled on her paper towel. Finally, Molly finished. She held up her paper proudly. On it was images of...who knows what. It looked exactly like her cell, but more colorful and beautiful. In the middle, was two girls, both were smiling. One looked exactly like Molly, but with teal hair, a lolita dress , And a happy expression. Next to the girl stood a very colorful girl with rainbow clothing and pink pigtails. The Nurse smiled. "Is that what you saw in your latest episode?" Molly nodded, and went back to coloring. -
Pheonix)
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The nurse wrone something down as error hummed and played with the paper dolls "has anything different happened?" the nurse asked, getting a shrug from Error "not really. The wall broke appart but someone fixed it. But im not surprised, with as many anomalies as there are running amock" he said, starting to get irritated
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