Asylum Meme

[alkali]

Meme, Interrupted



"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."


Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon.

Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you.

Rules:

1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!

Comments

Wade Wilson | Marvel 616 | ota

[stabbythings]

[Finally some place I belong!

He's been here awhile, an old favorite. The guy who always shares his dessert but some days might stab you with a fork. And please just let him have the remote when it's time for Golden Girls.]

[azarathsprotected]

[Raven doesn't talk. She never talks. She doesn't have a roommate anymore - they stopped trying to give her one. Anyone that tried to bunk with her ended up killing themselves.

And yet. She sits, one evening, on the end of the couch, to watch TV with Wade.]

[noassgardian]

[He hates it here. They call him delusional. They say half of his life has never happened, but if he sticks with the therapy and the medication, if he lets himself be helped, he'll go home to his friends and family one day. He'll get to see his boyfriend again and his mom, his dad... even his stupid, annoying little brothers.

He misses them, but he hasn't been able to make improvements and he hasn't been able to lie his way out either.

On days where it feels like everything is closing in and he's trapped, and when he can motivate himself to move from the spot he usually steals by a window, he sometimes spends time with Wade. He can be unpredictable and sometimes annoying. He can even be dangerous... but he still manages to make Billy smile sometimes. He makes him feel less weird, less alone. He doesn't even mind all the crap TV he always wants on really.

And at least he doesn't look at him entirely crazy when he says he's a wizard or the actual son of Scarlet Witch.

It's why he pads his way up and settles next to him today. He needs something grounding, some sort of distraction.]

There you are. What's up?

Barry Allen ϟ 63!Flash ϟ OTA

[fastestalive]

[She's been in therapy, on and off, for years now. It's not hard to see why - even she can't bring herself to blame Joe for worrying about her. If she didn't know what she saw that night, that her dad didn't kill her mom... To everyone else, she really does look like a girl whose brain cooked up some crazy memory to protect her from the truth.

Except that it is the truth.

She'd still be in outpatient at worst if she hadn't been called in to examine a domestic violence crime scene and had what appeared to be a full-fledged PTSD flashback followed by almost a day of catatonia.

Barry kind of suspects some kind of metahuman influence, but what can she say? It wasn't really me, someone with superpowers made me do it? So she's stuck here for at least a few days while they do a psych evaluation. It is taking pretty much all of her focus to not just use her superspeed to sneak out.]

[kid_flash_found]

Bart liked new people. They were one of the few times he could get information about the outside, since they hadn't yet gotten a speech about his state. How obsessed he was with things being 'broken' and finding missing pieces. But he didn't want to come off as desperate or crazy, not at first.

The hospital had tried drugging him, but the most they could do to slow him down was restrict his calorie intake, although he usually could manage at least one run past security to steal stuff from the kitchens in the off hours. Which was how he had gotten the still sealed candy bar he was offering the new gal.

"Hey, I'm Bart, what are you in for?"

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC

[desecrated]

[He may be hiding, he may be actually insane, either way he's here now. He isn't the terror that everyone might think he'd be, he's just passive aggressive when he's not doped out of his mind, or shaking from any treatment he might have been given. Selective mutism drives the staff up the walls.]

Clay Miller//Friday the 13th Remake

[man_hunt]

[Seven years. It has been seven years since he lost Whitney, and Jenna. He lived on the outside for a long time, but it became harder, and harder to live in a world knowing what he knew.

Clay had gotten into many a bar fight since that day in 2009. Drinking, drinking, and more drinking because it was easier being drunk and disorderly than it was being sober and crazy. Well, crazy might not be exactly what he was, but that didn't stop them from hauling his ass in here three weeks ago. Clay had gotten too drunk that night, and wound up trying to convince some officer what had really happened to him with Jason.

You get into that kind of story, and anyone would rather put you away than actually sit down to really listen to what had happened. Plus, there was all of this sadness he had to carry around with him. Now that he was sober? Yeah, all of that came flooding back, but the medications they gave you here were too amazing to push off.

Now, all he did was sit in the corner so he could stare out the window. Muttering to himself about Jason, and how he killed his sister...and the girl that he could have loved at some point.

He might even be high enough to try to convince some poor stranger about what happened. Anything to get this off of his chest, to be heard, to heal.]

[fastestalive]

[Barry... has no idea what the guy's in for, but she needs something to distract herself while the psychiatrists figure out that she's really, honestly, totally 100% fine.

Plus this guy looks like he could use a distraction, too. So she approaches carefully, with a friendly smile on her face.]

Hey.

Solf J Kimblee | Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood |OTA

[extirpations]

[Calm, collected and charming Kimblee doesn't seem to belong there at first glance. He'll often be seen striking up a conversation with his fellows no matter how troubled they might be or be found reading or listening to music - when he's allowed out of solitary confinement that is. And some tasks are difficult with the restraints he's always wearing that keep his hands from touching but neither one has managed to dampen his spirits over the past five years of confinement.

Really, he's got to be telling the truth when he says he doesn't belong there and deserves to go free. Just don't mind the way the staff try to avoid getting in arms reach of him. It doesn't mean anything.]

[ushahin]

[Ushahin watches the other patient with a calm, detached sort of curiosity, mainly regarding the devices that keep his hands apart. It's been a while since they let this one out of solitary confinement. Ushahin knows crazy-- it's always been his gift, to sense madness in others and shape them further. Kimblee's definitely crazy, he wouldn't be here if he wasn't, but it's not in the usual, right-out-there-in-the-open for all to see sort of way.]

How long do you think they'll allow you out this time? [He doesn't sound too optimistic. The staff isn't cruel, but they'll take no chances, especially with the danger level of the inmates they serve here.]

Allen Walker | D. Gray Man | OTA

[innocenced]

[He'd been too young to understand it would be better to pretend he couldn't see demons. They had theories, of course. Given up at a young age, only to be picked up by a wanderer, only to have the adoptive father killed while still young. His arm had been the cause of his grief so now he wanted to make it some kind of weapon of justice, wanted to make the kid no one wanted a hero.

That had been what they had decided when they had locked him up all those years ago. Asylums were hardly very modern, not yet, and it was all too common for a kid to get lost in the system. He still saw them sometimes, the demons, but he kept it to himself, though it still tortured him sometimes. It hurt to see a soul suffering inside the body of a monster, and he had tried time and time again to help or get others too. Every time saw that suffering and didn't tell, he was sure he really was getting closer to insanity. He was betraying them, he knew that.]

[sotobas_lot]

[One positive factor in asylums being "hardly very modern" is that the security is surprisingly low. It's not that it'd be easy to make an escape, and former physician Ozaki Toshio is hardly one of those who could make it out before anyone else, but as far as getting things in and out, it's not impossible. Some regular visitors are reasonable. Others can be intimidated, if only because talking to an "inmate" besides their family member or friend unsettles them, and ultimately chump change or favors can be earned if only to make a person go away. He's not exactly against simply making a pest of himself by sitting in and pointedly watching personal conversations or moments, either. It's a bit too rubber-necky for him to exactly feel good about, in fact it reminds him too much of the behavior of some of his own prior patients that he couldn't stand, but it was because he understood how annoying it was that he could weild its effects so... effectively.

But all that crumbled when a more competent staff member, one dedicated, one donig their job well (one he would have liked on his own staff in the day) came on shift. Eyes on the clock and knowing that time was coming, if he didn't want his efforts to go to waste, he'd have to count on somebody's help. Today Allen Walker is somebody. He's not alleviating the suffering of those plagued by demons, but he has the potential to be useful.

Ozaki's hand clasps on his shoulder.]

Hey. Do me a favor.

[Looking left, then right, then behind him as he moves in closer, that hand still on Allen's shoulder, Ozaki's other hand starts reaching into the waistband of his own pants. He's actually going for a hidden pack of cigarettes which will be shoved into Allen's hand if he waits it out without freaking out or scooting away.]

Madara Uchiha - Naruto - OTA

[doingwhatiwant]

In his most harmless form, he was rambling incessantly about giant monsters, breathing fire, and revenge against the man who could make wooden statues spring from the ground. But Madara Uchiha was rarely harmless.

He could put his fist through a concrete wall and laugh off the pain. He could scratch at his eyelids until they bled. He could tear through restraints with the skill of a professional escape artist and the ferocity of a rabid dog. Many patients claim that just his stare alone is deadly. It sounds crazy, but Madara redefined crazy long ago. Everyone else is just trying to keep up.

Chris Walker ➙ OUTLAST

[littlepig]

(Because this isn't a bad idea. Nope.)

[Chris Walker is an enormous 6'8" hulk of a man, an ex-soldier who sustained significant trauma from his multiple tours. Enough to push him into violence when the anxiety and paranoia became too much, which sent him straight into a mental institution where he could get "help". Help was what they promised, but all locking him up had managed to do was make him much worse. He became increasingly more aggressive and more delusional, making claims about a mysterious enemy called the Walrider that he needed to stop. It could jump bodies, "infect" people, and he had to contain it. After self-mutilating his face out of anxiety and killing an orderly with his bare hands when they tried to stop him, he was promptly restrained and rarely allowed out. On those rare occasions when he was allowed, the deal was that only under heavy sedation and restraints would be acceptable. Much too dangerous to allow him to run around freely, after all.

The sound of chains and chaperoning guards were often the signs of Chris Walker these days. Not that it ever stopped him from trying to break free and complete his self-imposed mission, mind you. He is nothing if not persistent.

(Alternatively, this can be set in actual Outlast canon if you prefer, where he can chase you down and try to rip your head off. :| It's still in an asylum, after all.)]

[lavieboheme]

[If there's a good example of Chris Walker's polar opposite, you'd probably find it in Mark. He's rather small, unassuming, and for the most part, very quiet. He'd be surprised if anyone outside of the staff and doctors noticed him, honestly.

Severe depression is his official diagnosis. The loss of nearly all of his friends to AIDS-related complications that left him miserable and alone served as the catalyst that landed him a hospital bed. What he really misses almost as much as those he's lost is the camera he isn't allowed to use while hospitalized. Privacy reasons, the doctors cite, of course.

Still, he observes and absorbs everything around him like a sponge, even if he can't record it. He can tell you which nurses and orderlies are the most sympathetic towards which patients. He can tell you who's improved and who's stalled, and even that there's a handful of patients who, for whatever reason, treatment is failing. He can also tell you that the sound of chains and the appearance of Chris Walker's guards definitely causes an increase in anxiety in everyone wherever they go.

It's the talk of this Walrider that has caught his attention, though. He's asked around, but of course the staff aren't talking, and the patients don't hold any interesting information for him either. Most delusions, he's learned, have some basis in reality. It takes time, though, before he's able to work up his nerve to go right to the source. Usually when Chris is about, Mark just keeps his head down and his mouth shut.

Curiousity and cats, he tells himself. But luckily, he's not a cat, and there does come a day when he finally works up the courage to very, very quietly ask while Chris is in earshot.]

What is the Walrider?

Bart Allen/Kid Flash II | DC Comics (AU from pre-reboot) | Patient

[kid_flash_found]

Bart had long ago lost track of how long he'd been here. They stopped letting him have unmonitored TV time, or newspapers, or just about anything that involved current events. It was better for everyone if he didn't obsess about how the world was somehow 'wrong,' and he was the one who was supposed to fix it. They still let him read, sometimes. It was one of the few ways he could lose himself, even if it wasn't all that long.

He spent a lot of time lost in thoughts and memories, searching for things he must have missed, and they worried that he'd gone catatonic, except he always engaged when required. He just tended to drift when there wasn't anything to ground him. At least he'd had the good sense never to mention the Speed Force or the Titans or any of his costumed friends. From what he could tell, the people here had never heard of metahumans, or aliens, or time travel outside of books and movies and the like.

It made him wonder if he'd somehow let the Reverse-Flash win.

Todd the Wraith // Stargate Atlantis

[commandshumor]

He was the first of his kin to be inoculated with the successful dose of retro virus. For awhile, he remained on Atlantis, helping perfect it, learning how to eat "normal" food, and actually enjoying himself.

But then the IOA stepped in. He blamed Sheppard for allowing him to be turned over to them instead of shooting him and ending what had become pure misery.

At first, they let him mingle with others in the ward. But found he grew irritable, depressed, and then violent. He couldn't feed off humans anymore but he certainly had the rest of his abilities, which allowed him to inadvertently pick up the emotions of the others. So, they put him two stories down and took away all feeling. His only company was those who brought him his meals. For awhile.

Unable to take the loneliness and the fact this was awfully similar to his time with the Genii, he tried manipulating them to help him escape, the weakest even managed to open his door and lead him up to the surface. He barely got a glimpse of the sky before they were caught and he was brought back down, this time he was put in almost complete isolation, meals delivered via a dumbwaiter. Next he tried building something out of his plastic utensils, some way to kill himself. But they figured it out before he could construct anything. They stopped giving him anything except food.

Starvation was his greatest fear. He couldn't go back to that. But the only way out other than the door was the dumbwaiter. And he was too big for it. So, he ate less of his meals. Not enough to starve but at least drop his weight. He knew the lift led straight up into the kitchens. Easy to grab a knife and leave out the delivery door. He had to do it, even if it killed him, which he hoped it might, either way, this was his way out.

He was pretty sure another week of this routine and he'd be able to pull it off. What he didn't expect was the door being opened, someone shoved inside and the door quickly closed again. The room was dark, padded, mercifully free of cameras, and held nothing of interest except its six and half foot occupant, who stood up from his corner, confused by this new company. "Who are you? Why'd they put you in here with me?" he asked, surprised to hear his own voice which felt dry and very unused.

[ooc: So, are you another trapped soul whose punishment is to spend time with the creature who used to eat people? Or perhaps you're a prostitute, hired to keep the wraith occupied? Either, or something different, in any case, he has a plan to escape, unless you're here to do just that C: PM with any questions!]

Ushahin Dreamspinner | The Sundering

[ushahin]

[He's always known that he's mad. Sanity is a thin spiderweb that, for him, snapped a very long time ago. Ushahin doesn't care. He sees things in his madness that others miss and his pain is sweeter to him than the release from it could ever be.

It's easy enough to see the insanity in his face, the eyes mismatched as they stare out at the doctors and patients around him. He's quiet, but he'll speak often to anyone who will listen of living in another place a long time ago. He also speaks often of the wisdom he learned there from an ancient god and an even older dragon.

Most everyone tolerates his insanity with open pity, but it's best not to annoy him or rouse him to anger. Insane or not, he's got a talent for keeping patients awake at night, weeping long hours after he's whispered sweet and horrible things into their ears.]

Leo | Pandora Hearts

[adlucem]

[In another life, in another world, someone came along and told Leo all about himself. About his ancient soul and the reason disaster spread out around him, the ripples in his pond.

In this life, he got no such explanation. The lights that he sees, that no thick lenses can block out--the voices he hears, that won't be silent no matter how loudly he screams--they didn't earn him a destiny, just a spot in this wretched place. It's no worse than the streets, but it's not really much better.

He keeps to himself, almost always curled up somewhere uncomfortable, his nose so deep in a book it's like he's trying to fall through the pages. Where he gets the books, well, that's anybody's guess. But he never has the same one twice.

If the voices are quiet and he's in a decent mood, he might be persuaded to share. But touch his hair, his glasses, or his book without permission, and you'll be sorry.]

Edward Nygma | Gotham

[pathognomonic]

[It's the OCD and anxiety that got him in here--the fears that drove him to attack another inmate not long after his arrest. He had never been so bad before the GCPD had let him go, and in some ways he figures his brain was making an attempt to cope, to restore order to his otherwise fractured life. The medication helps, but the nagging compulsions remain, and he realizes after the first week that he doesn't want to leave. He knows that it'll be Blackgate for him after this, and as asinine as the group therapy sessions might be, as entrenched as the boredom becomes--he prefers this to prison.

Arkham is a massive place, large enough for him to get his own cell. He keeps it as clean as he can, wiping down the walls and scrubbing at the corners until his hands rub raw. The few personal items he's allowed--some books on forensics, some handheld games--sustain him, along with the scraps of news he can get from the outside world.

For the moment he's in the cafeteria, munching on overcooked eggs and bacon as he completes the morning crossword and listens to the drone of a radio. He has to sit well away from the patients that aren't allowed sharp objects, sharing his table with a dazed-looking man, and when the loneliness becomes overwhelming he looks up at him.]

'Perfected, as in a skill.' Five letters, starting with H. What do you think?

[The man's eyes flicker to him, but he doesn't say anything. Eddie sighs.]

It's honed. H-O-N-E-D. Like sharpening a knife. Haven't you heard that before?

[One the orderlies eyes Eddie suspiciously, but he doesn't notice them as he scribbles down the answer.]


(Here's an Eddie, AU'd to after he's become the Riddler! He's mostly harmless and up for a chat.)

[adjuvant]

[She'd been passing by to clean herself up after restraining a patient who'd been throwing oatmeal again, but June can't help but stop by as she hears the word he's spelling out, leaning on the table behind Eddie and looking over the crossword clues he's got so far.]

From the old English hān, meaning stone. As it's also a noun, for the whetstone they'd sharpen blades on.

[She lets out a chuckle, shaking her head.] Not that I should really be talking to you folks about how to sharpen blades or anything like that.

Dr. Clyde Feinald | OC

[locusofcontrol]

(Young, smart, behaviorally-oriented psychiatrist with anxiety issues who rules whatever wards he's in charge of with perfectionistic intent. He hails from 1965, but is AU-able to other time periods.)

fuck it

[immigrantpunk]

[Wanna do a prison psych eval?]

Rachel Dawes | Batman | OTA

[rattlesthecage]

[Most likely there as a visiting lawyer, but can also be a personal visitor, hallucination, or an AU with her as a patient could be neat!]

c: she's the only one I'm familiar with, hope this is ok

[sliceofapple]

[ He's been patient, not that there is much else to do in a place like this. When he'd been picked up boarding a train out of Gotham, a "routine screening" turned up a severed human ear in his briefcase, still warm. He has made the correct phone calls, said the correct phrases to indicate that he has been detained-- done everything short of saying alacazam.

Coupled with the ear, his refusal to provide an identity other than the fake one in his wallet has landed him here. Supposedly a lawyer is coming to see him today, so he lets the staff gussy him up in handcuffs and leg restraints and sit him down in the visiting area at a small table.

He does not recognize the woman who shows up-- she is no one sent by his employer. She gets no greeting at all, not much of a reaction either save a high-arched brow and a wordless once-over from head to toe. ]

June Carmichael | Original Character | OTA

[adjuvant]

[A nurse, her original setting is a small southern community in the 1950s, but I can au her easily. Also happy to play her as patient or visitor.]

Coworkers maybe?

[toosymmetrical]

[She bursts into the nurse's station with a purposeful stride, her eyes flitting skyward.]

Barry won't eat again.

[Barry. The problem patient.]

Natsuhi Ushirmomiya | Umineko no Naku Koro ni | OTA

[refusedtoleave]

[She wasn't sure how she ended up in the place or where she was. Still her headache had faded even if its absence had left her head feeling fuzzy. For now she was content to sit in the corner, looking at anyone nearby with glazed over eyes.

That changed quickly when the medication wore off. The well-dressed woman began to pace around the building with a scowl. Anyone who looked like they worked here would get a sharp round of questions. Even if the words were polite the tone definitely wasn't.]

robin | teen titans

[birdarang]

[ The staff didn't seem to be so keen on having a Titan in here.

From what Robin knew, everything was kept in secret; for all he knew, the others said that he had gone on a trip, instead of landing himself in a mental institution. The leader of a well known superhero group going "crazy" and going for treatment wasn't exactly what people wanted to hear. Superheroes, especially their leaders, were supposed to be untouchable.

They kept him in a room by himself, of course. Any other person he saw he tried to fight, claiming them to be one of Jump City's worst. Robin saw him everywhere, especially in the shadows. Sometimes he heard the doctors talking about how the hallucinogen had done some brain damage, but they couldn't see what he saw. They didn't feel what he felt.

What drove him really crazy was that nobody believed him. ]

[one_winged_demon]

[Of course one of the people this hit the hardest was Bruce. The man was at his wit's end trying to figure out what to do for Robin. The potential solution came in the form of a man Bruce didn't like very much, but knew his methods might manage to bring Robin back at least partially.

Marctavious wasn't an intimidating man to look at initially. To most he looked like a slightly over-weight man that liked smoking, but he was much more than that. Someone of skill and more importantly mental fortitude.

Robin's only warning that something was up at first was the guard patrols being non-existent near his solitary cell. After about a half hour after he might of noticed this Marctavious walked up and came through the door with obviously no fear for his safety.]

Hey there kiddo an old mutual "friend" of ours told me to come talk to you. It's just us so you can talk freely.

[Of course he knew that at some point Robin was going to try to attack him, but he wasn't too concerned. He wanted to see what Robin did.]

((OOC: Marctavious here is a webcomic character of dubious morality. However he's got the ability to go into people's minds and has been known to give the main character a rather painful lesson in accepting what's to come. He's also possibly immortal so if you'd like feel free to play Robin seriously going off the deep end and trying to kill him.))

SSG John Lugo | Spec Ops: The Line

[scout_tactical]

[ Oddly enough, maybe one of the best settings for this character ever. Can go both ways, really... hallucination of a disturbed mind, patient, visitor... or even fellow patient. We're open to anything at this point. ]

Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter

[fathersays]

Luna Lovegood | Harry Potter

[credulosity]