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Calling: Asha is always her first name, but as is accustomed and forced due to their dangerous situation, she changers her last name to whatever she can think of.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Legacies: Fire, and slight telekenisis - although used more powerful when her emotions summon it, and when she has no other choice. She doesn't like using them, for fear that somebody could get hurt. And also because it makes her feel more 'normal' to be like a human.
Number: 6
Looks: Asha is short for her age, although can make up for it well with her stubborn personality. She has a slight tan from the journeys across the world in escape, a pair of honey brown eyes, short-cut dark hair and eyebrows which always arch at seemingly nothing. There is a scar on her left arm from her memories before, when her cepan was taken.
Cepan: Taken. Presumed dead, but hoped otherwise strongly.
Chimaera(optional): Not that she knows about, but will perhaps develop.

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Frustration. Anger. Rage.

A blinding storm of red scraping at the inner walls of my body, clawing and clawing and clawing. I don't know if I can control it any more. It's like a beast in my head, screaming in my eardrums, in my mouth. It's controlling me, and I can't stop it.

The clock on the wall?

It's ticking.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Why does it do that?

Tick Tock.

It's itching at my insides.

I clamp my hands against my ears, curling at my hair as it gets caught in my knuckles. The sound still remaining, the endless ticking. The knocks and pounds inside my head. I shake my head, trying to block it out. Trying to force away the-

Wait. Somebody's talking to me.

I paused and gently lower my head, pulling on the pretend smile I know too well. Knowing that somehow, it would block out the crashing tide of ticking invading my eardrums. This is going to kill me, this is. It's going to kill the very heart of me.

"Hello, Miss Marsha. Kelly, it is? What an interesting name ... I would like ..." And so the stupid woman began to talk, her voice squeaking and rambling like a drunken parrot. Shut up, I screamed in my head, each time keeping the delicately placed smile across my cheeks. What was she saying? I didn't know. I couldn't hear her over the storm of noise. Something hot and burning like a poker rod prized into my head, and at last the pathetic woman had stopped her pointless bickering. I took a deep breath, squinting as fresh oxygen enveloped my eyes, and pulled onto two unsteady feet. I didn't care if there were others watching, pitying, staring, glaring.

Laughing. Mocking. Hiding. Humiliating.

Just like her.

Just like them.

I turned around on the white room, but there was nobody else there. They had gone. Whoever they were. Turning my back on my thoughts and pride, I stumbled after the woman, knowing that as I entered this door I was no longer part of reality. Then again, was I ever?

They thought I had killed them heartlessly. Even in that bustling woman's eyes, I could see the mocking and the pity. It tore warps into darkness, where I never thought there was space before. But I didn't need that. I flattened my hair, falling a dark fringe over my forehead, and brought back the smile. The happy mask. The normal mask.

"This facility has lots of features, and I am sure you will settle in perfectly ... There is a courtyard, a gym, a canteen, and at the far side everybody's dorms. We are treated as equals here, and anybody disrespecting ..." Shut up you stupid cow.

Damn it. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

She faced me with a really stern look, the pity still burning in the pupils so dark and large, then turned, me wondering into her shadow.

The rooms. What was there to say? They didn't look like rooms to me. Cages, more like. The walls were barely plastered, the windows were barred with steel, only releasing fragmented lights through the room, which echoed onto the floor with slowly darkening specks.

"I'll give you some time to find your way around into this. Then it is dinner. Follow everybody else down there. Everybody must be eating, it is a strictly enforced rule here." I didn't bother holding it in with a snort.

"Why? What you going to do? Jam the blasted food down our throats?"

She didn't even smile, just stared with her bleak, dark eyes. Or was that my reflection? "If means call for us to do so, then yes. I told you, rules are strictly enforced here."

My eyebrows twitched in waving lines. Eyebrows like a sea tide. Now that was interesting. Some muffled smirks to my right. The stupid cow left the door open, now some of the other prisoners were here. Well that's what it was, wasn't it? A damn prison for seeing the truth. I wonder what they all had done. Then I saw the ridiculous pyjamas they were all wearing. God, it really was prison. There was no way I was going to be wearing those.

As if reading my mind, she dropped a bag on the bed. "These are your clothes. Treat them nicely, you're not getting any more. Leave them outside before you go to sleep, and they will be picked up in the morning."

No way.

I was not staying here.

"Put them on now. We'll meet you all downstairs."

No way.

I would be long gone by then.

I couldn't spend the rest of my life here.

Somebody was muttering something again, one of the growing crowd outside my cell. I shook my head, ignoring their stares and snide and grins. Ignoring their existence. If I could fool myself long enough, I could believe it too. But there was no way I was staying there.

The stupid cow didn't even bother with the door, which in itself looked like a machine. God. They must lock them during the nights. I walked through, standing in the doorway for a moment.

"I'm leaving this dump. There are better places out on the streets." I would know. No really, I would. "Try and stop me or tell that precious little woman of yours, and it'll be the last thing you do ... Now tell me. How do I get around the back of here?" I hissed into the corridor.

ooc;; Hello my lovelies. This is just another asylum thread. And wow, was that a long post. Then again, I did space out every two lines. This will just be a jump in, so that everybody can make things more mysterious and interesting - and also because I'm too lazy to make a proper thread. Jump in as whoever, whatever and why-ever. No need to ask, just pop in a post, and we'll see where we go from here.

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Hello.
(Wow, your roleplay posts are huge.)
Want to roleplay sometime? I've never done a bxb, but I can give it a go. Perhaps a gang or an apocalyptic?

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Maria||Ebony||Ryshall

||Age:
19

||Gender:
Female

||Personality:
Maria's personality changes with the people she meets. At first she is blunt and rude - and often very competitive. She does anything she can to get her own way. She trusts harshly, but when you have her trust, you won't lose it. She'll fight for anything she believes in, but is surprisingly a terrible liar. She is sometimes depressed during the aftermath of violent things, and she feels instantly sick at the sight of blood.

||History:
A normal life, much like many another. She was at a park when it happened, skiving off school with a book in her hands. Well, she couldn't read in the classroom, apparently. She still keeps the book in her backpack, but no longer has the heart to finish it. When it happened, she took shelter, thinking it was an earthquake. People she didn't even know on the street huddled with her, sobbing and screaming as rubble fell apart around them. She went home as soon as there was a break in the bombs, but it was too late. She waited for her father, knowing her brother and mother were already dead. He was only a month old. A lovely new-born baby. The next morning, she left, heading up North for more hope. It was obvious what had happened, but she didn't feel like travelling with anybody else anymore. She preferred her own safety, that way she wouldn't have to worry about losing anyone.

||Weapon:
A dagger. She pick-pocketed it a while ago from a sleeping person. It was alright though, they had other weapons to defend herself. Strongly with her morals, she wouldn't steal from an otherwise unarmed man. She likes her dagger, and uses it well. A gun, you can have too many accidents with.

||Strengths:
Sprinting, fighting at short range, retorting.

||Weaknesses:
Bad lying skills, faint-hearted at blood, annoying.

||Family:
Her mother never got on with her that much. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She cared nothing besides the new baby boy. Her father had her own dark hair and darker eyes, and tried to jokingly solve things between them - but it was obvious that they weren't going to get along. The newborn boy, Toby, was the cutest thing on the planet. He was probably one of the first to die, if by some earth-cracking miracle he had survived the fallen pile of rubble. She knew that they would be home.

||Shelter:
On and off going. She travels a lot, and alone, usually wherever she can which has more than one exit and a convenient street view. She can't afford to get lost. Her most frequent are remaining apartments or just upper floors which haven't yet fallen. It is risky, but she finds more supplies are hiding about there.

||Supplies:
Her supplies are always carried inside of her rucksack, remaining close at hand. She tries to travel light, seeing as she only takes her bag off during the night. Some tinned food, a few bottles of water, a jigsaw, a book, a medical book, bandages, disinfectant and some clothes. She had read the books. She knew what to do.

||Pets:
None. She couldn't feed for two people.

||Transportation:
Walking. She had a bike at first, but it didn't last for long with all the shrapnel on the ground.

||Other: She always carries a book in her always black backpack, of medical sciences and injuries. She needs it when knowing whether or not she has an infection.

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Actually me either. I just stalked some other gang threads.
Too modest, too modest.
I stalked all of your threads though.
Have any plot ideas? Perhaps gang rivals?
Or maybe one of us is a runaway, and the other accepts him into the gang?
Or perhaps he is spying from the other gang?
No idea.

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Hello my beauties. I've just finished it up. It's a jump in. Thank you for the tracks - I didn't know I would get three!

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Thank you.

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Hehe. Perhaps it is good I only have a few posts. Hehe. That was my evil plan all along.
Well, I don't know either. I think I like the second idea best, just because spies are awesome, and it would be action in it for a while, I suppose.
Do you want the gangs to be really rough? Like killings and dark epic stuff?

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ooc;; Thank you. I have read the first two books. Before I post, do they all already know each other? Or do they by chance meet?

Asha sighed gently to herself, hearing the familiar wiring of London traffic blurring her away from her dreams. Her hair, dripped a dark fringe over the ceiling so far away, was swept aside as she dragged herself off the mattress, and onto her feet. It was ironic though. She had fallen out of the bed twice already that night tossing in her thoughts.

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What kind of name was that?

A perception of consciousness was probably the most accurate assumption, for now. But what did I care about a name? It was just something you would say, lie about, make up a spider of memories around. Names were only as real as the owner made them. I could say I was Spongebob Squarepants, but that wouldn't matter as long as they swallowed it with some truth. A lie, surrounded by truth. Suddenly, it all became as one again. But I really did like that show ... The yellow sponge, and his friends. I loved the colours and the flashing images. It was a shame that I was only allowed to watch it at school, during those wet break and lunch times, with a hundred bored and chatting faces. Then again, the last time I had asked to watch my own television shows ... It hadn't ended prettily.

I shook my head again, struggling to wrinkle out the creases curling inside of my head. They said if you tense for too long, the wind changes and you stay like an old woman forever. I must be very old then. I couldn't stop creasing my eyebrows. And this stupid ticking in my head ... It was better now Livid had quietened them down, but it was still there. Faintly. Whispering these sweet words of silver.

God, how I hated it.

Now, it was obvious that Livid wasn't going to help me. Nor was Sanity. Nor was Life. And then walking on and away ... And then heading back into their own world.

I was going to get out of there.

I had to.

I wasn't going to turn into one of ... Them.

"Well a fat lot of use you are ..." I yelled after the unhelpful stranger, glaring with ounces of stored anger. Trust me, there were already loads where that had come from. "Who do you think you are anyway? ..."

I paused, and took a gulp of air I forgot I needed. "There has to be some way to get out of here anyway, there just has to be!" I all but screamed, something almost like a growl choking in my throat.

ooc;; Wow. I am so super sorry that I have taken so long to reply. Lots of things have been going on since my mum has kicked me out of her house, and at my friend's house there is limited internet. Amazing post by the way, and many thanks for joining.

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Asha || Kelly || Clarke

[b]Nickname:
Ash, Kelly, Kell, Clark. She does not mind in the least what you call her, as long as she knows for sure what you mean. And also that it isn't some rude word.
Age:
Asha is seventeen, as of two months ago.
Personality:
Asha is a strange person, to say the least. But wouldn't anybody be the least bit strange when the only place left for her was an insane asylum straying from the realms of civilisation? She hears drumming. Drumming of a clock that just can't seem to stop ticking. Like a pounding ache drilling through her head, pressing hot iron into her temples like a blazing scream. She feels it all the time, and she knows it cannot be long before it will find her, and make it's last destination. She is stubborn, and has strong intentions, whether she means them for good or for bad - she will do anything to get them. It may not be the cleverest of things, for sometimes she wants the craziest of ideas. For example, she has a need to fly away to space - or has the need to never move as long as daylight is fresh on her skin. These irrational decisions designate many problems within her head, beckoning more OCD issues.
Your Mental state:
Overall, very unstable. Heavily depressed and schizophrenic are just two of strange developments she has been getting. Her OCD is increasing from the mild levels it had started off has, and a once deal for perfection has now changed to something far more powerful. Everything has to be perfect, whether the Doctor wishes for it or not.

What you Look like

Eye color:
Green, tinged with emerald specks and darkening claps of ebony.
Natural Hair Color:
Brown, a shade more or less resembling honey dew with a splash of sunlight. Although, her hair does give off a dry impression - almost like she has stayed in the heat too long and her hair has dyed itself with it.
What you're wearing
Just something of that usual standard, or really anything she can control herself to wear. For this occasion, she has hobbled into some loosely glimmered jeans. She has to wear a belt with it though, as with most clothes. For her appetite has strongly decreased, and now she cannot wear almost anything she has - from the weight she has so abruptly lost. A sweater too, loosely slung over her upper body, causing waves where the dips in her skinny frame have dug even deeper. Her outfits usually never go to mix well together, for she has lost the heart to look as good as she could. As long as her clothes as straight, and with as few creases as possible, she does not mind what is going on with anything else of her outward appearance.

What you had before you went Crazy

Crush:
A girl. Of course, it was a girl. She has always been more interested in them, for boys were cruel and insensitive. She loved this girl. They were best friends at first, and it was only when they started secondary school that things got much worse. The girl was Rose, and quite a rose at that. Everything was just perfect about her. Well, it was. Until this girl found that she didn't want Asha, she wanted boys only. Didn't everybody? But Asha still felt she had to, she was in love, and her stupidity was blinding her. One day, at their class disco, she kissed Rose, right on the mouth. Ever since then, her social life has just been completely rejected.
Hobbies:
She loves to use a bow and arrow. It was how she first killed. Her brother. He was always the loved one, and oh how she had loved spilling that first arrow into his neck. Archery was such a delicate sport. She loved watching films and reading books - anything to drive her mind free of the real world. She also really liked to study history and foreign language. There were so many different ways and reasons of which the mind really worked.
Friends:
Since Rose, nobody would want her. Now, she doesn't need anybody. Friends are parasites, only feeding onto the few things that you really have.
Family:
A spoilt brother, now dead. A mother and father who cared nothing for her. A sister who was old enough to move out, and who took her chances in the world - then who was killed only a few weeks later under a racing bus. Who knew if it was accidental? Who knew whether the driver understood the frenzied look in Lucy's eyes when she faced the bus with her jaw clenched and ready? As far as extended family went, there wasn't much more for it. She saw them sometimes as Christmas. But that was all. They were not as close. Asha's parents liked to keep themselves with the 'cleaner' side of society.
History:
Asha knew something was wrong with herself after Rose left her. Her depression started, severely, developing another twist and turn fast in the dark roller coaster. Then the anger, following alongside it in a raging storm. Then darkness. Then light. She started stealing things, from shops, from her parents, from the school. Her main flaw was that she could never tell a lie up close. Ever. It was impossible. Her shoulders would quake and the world would catch up with her, knocking her off her tiny feet. She started fighting, getting into gangs. She always went the furthest, but not with boys. She still knew that Rose would only be the one. Always. Then she killed her brother. The she ran away, found her life on the streets. Ran away from the Police, and from everything. She lives with others like her, all escaped victims from something far beyond themselves. But everybody gets caught once in their life. She was caught like any other, and finally put away for good.
Other:
I'm insane. I'm crazy. What more is there to say?

[align=center] Character name: Ash
Secret identity: Amanda Bush
Class: (Hero/Villain) Hero
Gender: Female
Powers: The ability to control and manipulate fire.
Appearance: Tall, light tan, dark hair, brown eyes
History: Born and raised in the dark, corrupt side of Gotham, it took time for her to find her powers and recognize them for what they truly are. Even if one side of her memory is blank, the other is a wildfire of action.
Other: This thread looks amazing!

Character name: Barkface
Secret identity: Jack Bkal
Class: (Hero/Villain) Villain
Gender: Male
Powers: Hard skin all over his surface, resembling a hardened layer of bark. Although, this has evolved. His skin is almost indestructible - the perfect guy for a fight.
Appearance: Tall, with wide gleaming eyes. His skin is grey and clay-like.
History: After escaping Arkham Asylum, he was one day caught out in the back of a chemists, however, the doctor there was willing to keep his identity a secret if Jack would allow him to give him the 'dose.' This heightened his cells merging patterns. When Jack had seen what was done to himself, he killed the chemist, and knows that life has been such a disaster for him. He vowed endless revenge on Gotham.
Other: Nice thread.

Ash glared at the water in the Gotham River, staring down from a building high up somewhere. Perhaps she should have paid more attention to her location. But perhaps not. Her eyes were dimmed and muted, concealing a carefully hidden expression it had taken years of practise to muster. Short, darkly cut hair ran along the sides of her ears, brimming over her brow and casting shadows over her eyes. Gotham was getting worse. Worse and worse. The Police were corrupt, and the heroes were as easily bought as the stupid politicians which ran the place. Something had to be done. But until the people wanted it, it seemed that there was little which could be done.

Barkface glared from the alleyways, stinging his nose as his skin moulded and shrouded, and moulded some more. He knew the five men surrounding him were getting annoyed. They didn't like him, the way he smelled or they way he looked. But Barkface didn't care. This was a mission, and he was going to see it through to the end. Only trust mattered, that these men wouldn't rat him out to the authorities. But that wouldn't really matter too much. There was nothing the Police ever did about anything. A grin formed at his darkly tingled skin, prising apart between his modified cells. "Five minutes till we light up men, keep an eye out." Barkface grinned as he saw one of the men, Purdy, swallow in fear. Boy, this was going to be fun.

ooc;; Sorry. No ideas from here. But I just realized that you have two more posts than me!

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Ash frowned slightly. She didn't like being interrupted, and especially not by somebody as rude as that. She glared with narrowed eyes, shooting invisible daggers of stares at his outfit, his flight, and overall, him. "Why not?" she simply replied at last, a teenage shrug full of complete attitude ruffling her shoulders. She turned fully towards him, the new stranger, wondering just the same thing about him. Why was he here?

Barkface twitched his darkly lit hands together, rubbing from side to side. "Two minutes gentlemen till showtime," he said with another smirk, making sure that everybody's AK-47 was loaded, ready, and armed for action. He faced towards their destination, GOTHAM RIVERS BANK, with a thick, stocky smile across his dark, veined face.