"My...my parents did it."

How anticlimatic. It was almost perfect, actually how another girl showed up and, incidentally, for the same reason Zari herself was here. "Heh."

The sound was a cross between a laugh and a scoff, but Zari was nice and Zari was calm and she had to be patient so -

Click.Click.Click.

Before she could open her mouth, a resounding series of 'clicks' echoed throughout, before heavy footsteps grew closer and then receded. Zari's eyes were wide, and she glanced towards the 'new girl'. "I'm Zari," she said quietly. "What's your name - wait, no. Look, you seem nice. I've been here for a long time and I'll tell you that the people her are anything but."

Zari sighed, and glanced at the chains binding her hands and the leather straps restraining her legs. Without a word, she cut through them with the glass shard, along with a little brute force. "Hey, girl. You're not chained yet. Can you check something? Are these doors locked or unlocked? Be quiet and still and don't make a sound, you hear?" Zari directed at the girl.

That was only a second that the atmosphere changed. Fii was bewildered of the rapid sounds of footsteps and clickings from the corridors. The other girl also seemed a bit surprised and was thinking of something.

"I'm Zari,"
"What's your name - wait, no. Look, you seem nice. I've been here for a long time and I'll tell you that the people her are anything but."

Fii raised her eyebrow at this Zari's remark when she already ripped off the straps on her legs with glass shard. But her hands were still chained and she called again.

"Hey, girl. You're not chained yet. Can you check something? Are these doors locked or unlocked? Be quiet and still and don't make a sound, you hear?"

Fii didn't like how she called her, but she had to put aside those thoughts and face it right. Zari's remark earlier already hinted that she's a lot different from the others patients there, and it made her the weakest.

The doors would be unlocked? Did she mean that clicking sounds were from opening them?
Swallowing her saliva, Fii followed what she's asked and pulled the door very slowly. It actually moved and made a little noise. After she's sure it's unlocked, she gave Zari a nod.

The nod simplified everything. It was her moment of truth, it was a blessing.

(sweetheart please)
(why)

"You understand what this means?" Zari breathed, sitting up and trying to make her way to the cell wall, but a tug on her wrists pulled her back harshly and she remembered, cursing, that she was still restrained. Nonetheless, she turned to the girl again, hissing, "This could mean freedom. I think I have a plan. What's your name? I can't keep calling you 'girl', now, can I?"

Zari made that little 'heh' sound again, but this time pulled herself forward to the limit, at least as far as she could go. The distance wasn't very far but she could talk easily now. "The doors are unlocked, right? The patrols and check ups start an hour or so later. No one will be here because they think we're subdued, okay?" She paused so the other would take it in, before continuing.

"If you can sneak in my cell, break these chains and set me free, I guarantee we can get out." It wasn't a total lie, but being half crazy and all she had a clear advantage. "We've got an hour, so use it!"

The moment the ominous click sounded from his cell door, Cain quickly drop his hands and froze into silence.

No! Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away.Go away.GoAway.Goaway.Goaway.Goaway.GoawayGoawayGoaway

To his surprise and relief, the door did not open. Nor did any of the monsters appear.

Gently picking up the clay tile shard, he scraped at his restraints, finally reducing the bonds into frayed strands of nylon.

Cain stood, staring at the red lines that criss-crossed all over his hands. It felt like a long time since he was free- without any ropes or leather shackling his limbs.

Several voices rose from nearby cells, and their murmurs seemed to boost his confidence.

His hands spread over the steel door, and with a slight push, it opened.

The corridor was strangely deserted, and Cain slipped out from his cell. A lopsided grin plastered on his face.

Narrowing her eyes, she glanced outside the cell bars and could see someone, apparently not a doctor by the way he walked, stumbling around. She could only see a silhouette, but she determined he was, for the most part, pale and Asian-esque. He had slipped out from a cell, she decided when she saw a door slightly ajar.

"Hey? Hello?" she hissed, half afraid. She sneaked a glance at the door again and reverted her eyes to the male. "If you really want to escape, you should work on not leaving evidence behind," she advised, quiet enough so she could pretend she didn't say anything if he wasn't a victim.

((Uh, did I kill it?))

((Sorry, sorry. I was about to post earlier, but remembered I need to go somewhere else, and forgot all about it))

"If you really want to escape, you should work on not leaving evidence behind,"

Cain stopped in his tracks as a voice, barely louder than a whisper, spoke to him. Or, at least, he thought it did. It was hard to tell.

Another sound echoed from across the corridor - the sound of heels clicking against the tiles. Cain took an involuntary step back, and remained rooted on his spot until the sound faded away.

"No time for that," he murmured vaguely, more to himself than whoever spoke to him earlier, "It doesn't matter when I'm gone anyway..."

Finally silent, he then moved away from the rows of cells.

"Don't you dare!" her voice rose in anger, eyes wide and teeth bared in a snarl. How dare he ignore her! How dare he walk away! She was advising him something and he was ignoring her and it might have been better to bury the glass shard she had in her hand in his pretty little neck

(stain the white a lovely scarlet)

"Come. Back," she hissed, calling the man furiously. He was going to get killed if he went out alone - "Come back here and close your cell door," she ordered, an edge to her voice almost daring him to say otherwise. He was still in her sight - if she could get him to break her chains, they could get out. It was freedom.

This idea is awesome. Could I still join, maybe? I hope this is still on. :-)

Mental Patient

Name: Randy Clayton
Age: 20
Race: Caucasian
Height: 180cm
Weight: 74kg
Gender: Male
Picture: image

---Randy has below-the-shoulder-length brown hair which he usually ties in a ponytail. His eyes are a soft blue, like cornflower. He is attractive, bit it is washed down (by society, he would say) by his wholly sloppy appearance.

Condition: Borderline personality disorder and psychotic depression.

Reason For Being Here (Why you were accused of being insane, what did you do): Murder of his closest friend. The incident left him with a nasty concussion, effectively blurring his memories and triggering hallucination.

Personality: Rebellious, non-committal, closed-minded and easily offended. He has a thwarted sense of honesty. He is easy-going in the surface.

Biography (Why you did what you did): Randy despised how society functioned, how other people acted, the laws and rules that bound everyone. He is offended by the existence of others, but even more so in his.

Other Information: He likes to mutter to himself and hit his forehead with his fist under anxiety.

"Come back"

Randy woke with a rather violent jerk. He immediately took notice of the harness binding him to the bed, the slight pain creeping to his senses. The ceiling was foreign. Where was he? He tried to sit himself up, failed, but tried once more, looking the room left to right. He was in a pure white box of a room, completely empty if not for the bed and the little table beside it. The door had a little square glass window, and it seemed to be sealed shut.

Panic slowly struck him. He'd been in a hospital before, psychiatrist's, but never bounded like he was then. Lying back down from his awkward position, he tried to find a connection with the room, the harness, himself, the white walls. Nothing. There was nothing registering in his brain--blank. Much like the walls.

The walls...? He squinted suspiciously, turning toward the ceiling, and then the other wall. The room seemed to be moving---or rather, everything was. Like he could feel the very Earth's revolution. His eyes bounced from wall to wall heavily, after image disorienting him further, provoking the already intense aching in his head.

"Come. Back." a voice, from not too far, but he wouldn't've known. It echoed through his ears and faded away very quickly but very slowly, much like the after images of the walls when he shifted his eyes; and he couldn't quite tell if he even truly heard something at all.

Nonetheless, he found himself replying. "Why would you want me back...?" He tried to say. But nothing came out, only hot carbon dioxide and a hoarse little grunt.

"Come back here and close your cell door," the voice again. There were people. Syndicates? Maybe he was drugged, which would explain why he felt so heavy and confused. Or perhaps they were just common people... Either way, he did not enjoy being alone.

He gathered his energy to sit up again in his awkward 45 degrees, repeating and repeating "Hello? Anyone? Is anyone there?" until his voice and the words came out altogether in a comprehensible manner, until someone would notice. ..