Asylum Meme

[waitingforsin]

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

charles xavier ( x-men: first class )

[psychic]

( he's heard voices ever since he was a little boy. it had begun with whispers, an odd knack for knowing exactly how people felt. but over time, his abilities got more and more powerful and in this tragic, tragic turn of events, charles xavier never learned how to control himself, never learned how to hone his powers or quiet his mind. it wears someone down, to have the constant cacophony of other people's thoughts in your head all day long with no reprieve. it pushed him a little further away from normal.

but he isn't insane, he had told them, in perfect oxford english rather than the babbling that the orderlies had been used to. please, listen to me. i'm sure there's been a sort of misunderstanding --

that had been ten years ago. or was it twenty? he can't be sure, these days. )

[hexuality]

[She's bright and conversational, certainly one of the more social patients in this place, and perhaps that's how she knows Charles, had come across him during their stay here. It had taken some time on her part, though, because he seemed so like her in some ways that it worried her—not just the accent, but the clarity of the words, the firm and gentle reasoning, but, more than all that, were the voices. But she has just the one, just Tom, cool and persuasive and murderous, completely at odds with her personality.

She'd had another episode last night, the orderlies say, trying to write on the walls of her room with her nails (always the same thing, 'her skeleton will', she only gets that far); and though she can't remember any of it (as usual), it's clear in her bandaged hands despite her smiling face as she slides into sit next to him, shoulder bumping his with fond familiarity.]

And how are we this fine morning, Charlie boy?

[strikingblue.livejournal.com]

[There's been a few rumors lately. About the attic being haunted. Only among the staff though, they try to keep that sort of thing away from the patients. But food has been going missing, along with a few linens.

And last night, a few of the patients insisted they saw something awful that appeared and disappeared in the dark. Nobody really took them seriously.

Kurt's hiding out in a dark corner of upstairs. It's better if people don't see him and he was hoping nobody would look for him in a mental hospital. But he still has to eat sometimes and so he sneaks down into the kitchen at night, taking only what he needs.]