[Kaguya]

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This mental institute is for those who have the worst delusions ranging from being a mage so they throw pipe bombs to believing their royalty in the Victorian era so they can have people burned for being of the wrong religion.

With all this being said we shall begin

[Kaguya]

He had been classed as insane, but he had no idea why it wasn't like he believed he was a martian or that he had been abducted by small little green men who wanted to probe him, but at his age such things would have been allowed anyway as make believe or fantasy trying to compensate for his fathers death and his mothers betrayal of leaving him.

He was brought into the area, his hair was jet black, shortish with electric blue dyed tips, he wasn't anything special to look at, a white male kimono and matching hakama, on his side he wore what seemed like a foam sword "You do realize I will want my weapon back, this is humiliating" he growl to the orderly who had escorted him but was ignored and watched as he walked away "Your going to be the first to pay" his voice seething in anger, okay perhaps he wasn't normal but then who hasn't heard voices and changed persona depending on the situation?

He moved his hand to his head and rubbed it a little yawning "Well until I can be proven sane I might as well try and go with the flow" his hazel eyes looking to the other residents 'note to self, stay in room as much as possible' he thought to himself as he moved to the window to look out to the garden it was a beautiful day and he wanted to go outside to write haiku, but he knew he would be kept inside like a trapped bird.

[MuseSick]

Annabelle had been encased in this building for the past two years, meanwhile most patients, died, killed themselves off, or ended up being let go because they were 'cured'. She'd been brought here two years ago for being a Pathological Liar, but who wouldn't be. Annabelle grew up in a household with a Mum who did prostitution, and snorted lines of coke when she wasn't on the job, and for all Snow (Annabelle) knew, she probably did it there too. She had a brother who didn't come home most nights, and when he did, he was drunk, and a father. Her father was unlucky. Many-a-time he'd tried to take Annabelle away from it all, but after her mother came home one night, to her and her Dad escaping through the back window. Her Mum had, had enough. Her Mum wasn't merciful. Annabelle could never remember a time where she had been, the loving, caring mother she dreamed of. She'd been fortunate enough to grow up being like her Dad, but everyone had their breaking point. One night, the night her father had been shot in the temple, his blood, splattered all over her face, she cracked.

It wasn't something she could live with comfortably. She went through these stages, she was into razor blades, then alcohol just like her brother, but finally she got into her mother's stash, by the time they'd found her, she'd snorted a countless amount of lines, and had blacked out on the floor. But who were they to say she was crazy? Laying on that floor drugged up past her ears. Who was to say that it wasn't okay for her to get down on herself, to never ever be able to wash away the feeling on that warm gooey red liquid against the side of her face.

So, she'd started off in the asylum for rehab, on a completely different section, and as time progressed people saw through her story. The wards all knew her background story, every single one of them. Every time she met someone new, she didn't mention the drugs, or the alcohol, the death. Nothing. She had her own merry little fairy tale. It was all she'd ever wanted, to have a perfect life with a perfect family. She wanted to live out the life she dreamed of, and what better way than with people who didn't know a thing about her. She spoke of the mother who was caring and love her, stayed home with her children. The father who worked all day and came home to read the paper, and the brother who taught her how to play baseball in the backyard. She spoke of them, magnificently. She lied.

So she earned her second year in the ward, for being a Pathological Liar. Here she sat, on the couch, her feet dangled over the edge as she folded her hands behind her head. It was a wonderful day, in her castle of insanity. She smirked, she could hear the wards clunky shoes tapping down the hall as they dragged in another peasant in her wonderful kingdom. Maybe this one would be worthy of being a night. Annabelle jumped to her feet, swinging around her ward with a smile she wrapped her arms around him playfully. "Devin, Devin, Devin! Who's the new boy!" she said with a grin. Her ward just smiled, shaking his head with a shrug. He didn't know the new one yet anyways so he couldn't quite tell her.

Annabelle sighed, her lips pushing together in a pout as she shook her head, waltzing off, her arms held away from her body as she spun in circles. One of her many lies- was that she was originally a ballerina. She smirked as the wards let the boy go, catching the door before it closed she leaned in the frame. "Hello, and welcome to my kingdom!" she said as she threw her arm in the air, motioning around in a circle, to show this was her domain. "What's your name?" she asked as she skipped closer to him, around him. She had a way of dancing her way around people. Literally.

[Kaguya]

As the other approached he kept his eyes on the clouds through the barred window's his hands going towards the glass almost as if he wanted to touched them “Birds don't do will locked up in cages” he whisper remembering something he was told as a child “I don't belong here, I belong outside where I can wander and grow” his voice was almost silent as he spoke, though at his normal level it wouldn't have been any better over the noise of the other patients.

He himself had been put through a lot even at his age, he had a warm loving happy family, two elder brothers and an elder sister, they weren't rich but they had enough to live comfortably. His household was traditional, all bows and smiles everything needed to be done a certain way; however his fairytale life ended only a month previously. His father the cornerstone of his life had been murdered trying to protect him, his siblings shunned him afterwards telling him it was his fault that their father was dead, their mother instantly running to another man's bed even before his father had been laid to rest, he felt like an outcast, exiled, abandoned and most of all betrayed by everyone and everything he loved. It was this that caused him to snap to hear the voices he did when he was a child but now they where dangerous, far more dangerous than they ever had been.

When he was sent here his file was sealed and was never to see the light of day as he himself was never to be released, well at least not till his death, because of his upbringing he started yelling screaming and creating a fuss the moment his weapon was removed from him, to the point he almost suffocated an orderly, though his anger had ebbed the moment he had been given a foam one. Though not his true weapon, he knew it was either that or something bad was going to happen 'remember son, a samurai isn't a samurai if he is defenceless' he smiled “I will never let you down father” he say his eyes closing

Now removing his hand from the glass he turned to the girl that had approached him and bowed a little not even taking a second to look at her “Well met, my name is Itou Akihiko” he would say politely remaining in the position he was in until the gesture had been returned “Who are you?” he would enquire with a calm tone. While remaining in his bow he looked around the area and blinked “You're kingdom?” he say in a little suprise “I hate to tell you, it's full of mad people who show no manners or respect” he say in a cold tone “Quite uncouth” his voice showing distaste to such a kingdom

[MuseSick]

Annabelle's eye's narrowed as she glanced to the boy, her arms slowly folding along her chest. Who was HE to say her kingdom was a bad place. She stared hard, her mind flashing with gory images with the boy tangled in wires, strangled, beaten, his face bruised and broken. Her twisted mind's eye showing him mangled and drown, hung and shot. She could think all day of thing's she could do to him for insulting HER kingdom, her fairy tale. "That's the beauty of the kingdom, everyone here is mad, clearly you are too, or you wouldn't be here. So don't act like you're on a pedestal and you're godly compared to us all. You're here, because you're a freak, just like everyone else in the kingdom. You'll do well to learn the value of equality.." she said. Annabelle was honest to a point, she may have been thrown in there for being a liar, but the truth was, is that SHE could be brutally honest. It was true the things she said, all aside from her fairy tale world. He was just another man in her mad house. He was nothing special, and as she glanced around the room, she knew that no one was anything special.

The thing with Annabelle, was that though she may have been a Pathological liar, she still had a grip on what was real, what had been good, now that she was sober. Just because she was here, didn't mean she was completely bonkers. She'd spent many nights wishing she could be somewhere else, knowing that everyone lied, and she- in her eyes didn't really belong here. She still couldn't fathom that a textbook, held by a man was what determined her insanity. If everyone lied, what difference did it make? They didn't throw everyone in here for lying. She could only picture how many children would be sitting here for lying to their parents, to their friends, just to seem better. Or how many teens would be piled into a room for lying to themselves. She shook her head, stepping out of her daze, she stopped glaring at him. "You can't pigeon hole us all based on the fact that you've met a few bad people. We're not all mannerless, but if you're rude like that, I'm sure we wouldn't have a problem becoming so.." her voice trailed off, she'd show him no mercy if he was to act that way, to be rude and disrespectful in a way she was sure he didn't even realize.

"I'm Annabelle," she said, her finger tips running through her naturally snowy white hair. "But most people call me Queen Snow.. Or Snow." she said simply as she took a step back from him, seeing herself as the queen she would not bow to him. She folded her hands on her stomach and stared at him, it was a habit now. She was trying to figure him out, but the gears in her head were rusty, they very rarely got new people that would make them turn.

[Kaguya]

He closed his eyes and listened to everything she had said “I do apologise, I did not mean to insult you Annabelle chan” he say he was humble, respectful and truly meant his apology and this was made more apparent as he moved to kneel on the floor not caring much at the moment about how dirty his white hakama bottoms were getting. Still however he didn't rise as the bow hadn't been returned “I will hate to tell you but I have a perfect grip on my sanity... you however Annabelle chan not so much” he say respectfully once more

“You instantly believe a person who is new will believe that you are royalty, but royalty would be in a private clinic away from us common fo--” he closed his eyes and shook his head a little his jet black and electric blue tipped hair swaying with the movements as he again remembered something his father said 'Nothing good comes from conflict, a good samurai obeys and accepts unless there is proof' he let out a sigh of frustration “once again Annabelle chan forgive my manners, I am not thinking straight after they put that stuff into me” his voice showing he was still pretty drowsy and sluggish “Would you mind awfully bowing so I can stand up?” his voice showing a slight irritation that he was still in the bowed position after five minutes

[MuseSick]

Annabelle looked down at him, was he really trying to say that she had no sanity about her. She shook her head, she knew why she was here, she knew exactly why, but every lie she told was something she tried hard to bite back. She tried to keep it to herself, inside of herself. "I'm not crazy..I've just made mistakes.." she murmured. She could tell this boy would be a hassle. He didn't want to fall in line and she found his persistence irritating. "You should really get to know me before you right me off." she said shaking her head. She wondered why he had bowed for so long, he just needed to do it once and stand.

"That's not technically true, a real Queen, is kind to all of her subjects, and spends time with them, caring for them, listening to them. A selfish Queen would request quarters of her own, to be left in peace. I could not help my subjects if I was in another building. But thank you for making the effort to try and dethrone me. You're attempt as failed." she said pleasantly as she looked down at him. "I do not bow for I am the Queen, but you do not have to bow for so long, you may bow for a second, and then resume your standing position. Or, though can stay on his knees on the ground for the rest of his day's here, fore I shall not bow back to thee until I believe thee deserves my gratitude and utmost respect." she said as she stepped back, walking towards the door she smiled at her ward, linking arms with him.
(Sorry my response is short.)

[Kaguya]

“I did not say you where crazy, just lime me they say your outlook on reality is warped, or so they say” he say not budging from his knelt position “I haven't wrote you off, but neither do I wish to make friends with you, I want to get out of here” His voice showing nothing but honesty on such a matter he didn't believe he deserved to be in here “I shall leave you to your twisted fantasy” his voice low and cold

“A real queen also wear lavish silks, or has some way to prove their nobility...” he began his eyes raising but again he didn't stand “You have yet to prove anything other than you have a poisoned tongue” his voice bitter as she refused to return manners “Where I am from it is a sign or respect to bow, the lower always bowing lower... if you where indeed royalty you would know the etiquette from other nations, but you show nothing but arrogance...” he stood seeing her walking off “You are right though...” he smiled a little “You are a queen...” he continue “A queen in your own mind, and how I shall look forward to dethroning you into reality” his voice showing this was no threat but a promise to the girl

[MuseSick]

Annabelle looked down at him, her head following him as he stood, the hurt crossed her eyes. She just wanted to live a life filled with love. She didn't want to be criticized, or called out. She rubbed her arm softly, her eyes almost welling in tears. It hurt because she'd never been called out on anything, not once, not ever. Her family had been too screwed over to ever really notice anything she did. She'd won prizes for intelligence, and had received certificates for her skills, and here, she was nobody. But everyone believed her to be something. "I'm sorry.." she said quietly, her tongue twirled inside of her mouth. "Just because you have an opinion of a queen, doesn't mean that's how she should be.. It's how you'd wish for one to be.. " she said as she looked up at him, folding her hands in her lap. "I may not be the proper queen, in terms of clothing, and bowing. But I do have respect.. You just haven't quite earned it from me. Calling me out on things in which you do not know of me. Just like I have done to you. But your degree has been far worse than my own." she said shaking her head.

"I never ASKED for your respect, I didn't tell you to bow. I didn't make you respect me. Respect is something you earn, and you have yet to earn my respect. Dethroning me wont exactly go over well.. With people who love me, and have known me for quite some time. I've been here for two years, the only way you'll overthrow me.." she paused as she leaned against her war. "Is if you can cure me." she said softly. She had a different tone now, he hadn't made her angry, he hadn't this whole time they were speaking, but she was she supposed to be pleased with a man who tried to push her down, when she was already so much lower than he understood. "You should never really judge someone, until you've seen things through their eyes..Get to know my past and maybe you'd understand why I want to be..What I am." she said. "As I- should not judge you, but get to know you. I originally came here to welcome you with nothing but good intentions. But now, I'm afraid my intentions have purely vanished all on their own. " she said. She wasn't leaving, she'd only begun to back up. "I was about to offer to show you around, since most people that are emitted, do not leave for quite some time."

[Kaguya]

He noticed how much he had hurt her but he made no attempt to apologise to the girl that in his mind was a fraud who was trying to live in a fairytale and he had no time for such people, and this showed in his harsh hazel eyes as he looked to her “I have no doubt you are smart, intelligent and wise... but it's time to come out of the dream world and to start living in the real one” he closed his eyes and turned from her “Fairy tales can only protect for so long, eventually the façade will drop and the hurt will return” his voice was filled with pain as he began to walk away from her, he showed he didn't want to hurt her he was just showing her the cold truth from his eyes.

“You do not have my respect and I doubt you ever will, but the manners I showed you are my upbringing and I will not shame myself because of an arrogant bitch that will not even nod her head in greeting” his voice changing to that of a blizzard “That is all it would have taken, but your foolish pride prevents you from understanding or even asking why someone does something...” he turned to look at her with narrowed eyes “You believe that it is because I play into your fantasy... wake up girly... if you have been in here for two years, then there is something seriously wrong with you and like me you will die like a caged bird within these walls” he bowed and turned once more “I do not need your help not wish it, I'd watch yourself princess... one day you may not wake up” he growl walking off to see the garden from another window.

Kneeling on a seat he placed his hand on the barred window his eyes calmed once more to innocence and longing as he wished to be outside where he didn't feel like he was backed into a corner, where he could feel somewhat happy and like himself. Closing his eyes he let out a sigh, knowing deep down it would never happen some silent tears falling from his eyes as he thought about his father

[MuseSick]

Annabelle stopped, her heart fell in her chest as he swore at her. "That's all I've ever dreamed of.. Closing my eyes.. and never waking up again.. So I could be in a place where I am wanted. A place where I don't-" she paused as the tears rolled down her pale faded cheeks, her snowy white hair clouding her face. "I wish an innocent joke.. had turned into such a thing.. You see me as a bitch..But you don't know who.. or how I am.." she didn't glare or swing her arms, she walked towards the window sill he was at, she let the tears roll silently down her face and off of her chin. "Sometime's.. I think I'd rather live in a fantasy world, one I know VERY well.. One that tortured me, one that murdered my father, one that covered my face in his blood. One that took my mother off the street corner, and laid her down on her fucking back and sold her cocaine, one that turned my brother to alcoholism, and me to drug addiction and lying. Sometimes- I'd rather dream and pretend to be better things, than mope.. by a windowsill, wishing for the freedom I'll never have.." she looked down at him.

"Is that real enough for you? honest enough for you?" she questioned. "You don't have to be so cold.. You're never going to escape.. so you may as well make friends with the people here, because you get lonely.. When I came here, I treated it just like you are now, there was a girl JUST like me, who was 'Queen' she came in, and I bowed.. I don't bow now because I realize it's wrong to make people bow. It may be your culture, but you don't need to bow down to someone who is equal. Act how you wish, but neither of us are better than any damn person in this room." she said, her voice not cold, or emotionless, it was sad. She was sad. She got up, slowly walking over to a group of people, leaning down and kissing a girl with a disfigured face on the cheek. "Hello Beauty." she said to her, ruffling her hair and chatting with the others.

[Kaguya]

He kept his eyes looking to the garden outside “I had everything you wanted and more, I had a father who was loving and understanding, a mother who was dotting and siblings who looked me after me and teach me things when my parents where not around or couldn't” his hand going to the window once more, his eyes closing “My father was killed little under a month ago, he was protecting me...” he bit his lip his voice was filled with sorrow as he spoke “Everything changed, my siblings blamed me, my father hadn’t even been buried yet and my mother was already bedding with another man” his voice was low as more tears rolled down his cheeks, he felt his eyes getting soar but still he couldn't stop crying “I'm sorry if I am not all smiles and sunshine, but I am in fucking mourning not for just my father, but for those who betrayed me... my whole fucking family is dead, along with the bastard that was bedding my mother” his voice was gentle as he spoke, thought it did show pain his eyes mirroring his voice

“Like I said birds do not do well caged, if I stay in here bad things might start happening...” he moved his sleeve to eyes, trying to get them to stop “I am sorry I hold a true hope and do not have to live in my mind to feel like there is something more to me” he whisper “It is culture and my upbringing... I am sorry if I will follow it still even though I am caged... taken from my family and left alone” he say standing and bowing walking away from her once more “I do not mind being alone anymore... less likely to be or to hurt someone or something” he moved to another window and smiled as he seen a butterfly fly past the window

[MuseSick]

Annabelle wasn't one to give up on people, it was her stubborn side that seemed to kick her in the ass more so than anything. She closed her eyes, listening to him, and sighing softly. So he was basically in the same boat as she was. She bit her lip, was her facade over for a moment? Maybe he'd understand, fall in line if she told him. She questioned it, mulling it over bitterly as she stood there. She ran her fingers through her snowy white hair, walking over slowly, she rested her hand on his back softly, rubbing it as he cried. "I may.. Not dress, or bow like a queen should.. But I love.. like many Queen's do not.." she said as she sat down before him, her hand gently stroking his back. She had a soft spot on her. She reached forward with her free hand, the back of her hand brushing away the tears he missed before she swept away her own. "I know.. What it's like.. I understand.. The feeling of loss.. of betrayal.." she said quietly. "I'm the only one in my family, born with snowy white hair.. My Dad figured.. my Mum, had me with another man, but loved me anyways. He stuck by my family, despite my Mom's drug addiction, and prostitution.. My brother's alcohol addiction. He stuck by every single one of us, and the normal one, myself, ended up being the least normal of all. My Dad tried to leave with me, having been fed up with my Mum's drugged up fits, he didn't want me taking the abuse. We fled through a window while she was pulling in the drive, so she'd come in and not know.. She found out.. She shot my head in the head.. and his blood.. splattered all over my face.. " she paused, shaking with sobs herself now. "I may not be a proper Queen.. But I care about the patients here.. Everything feels better.. When I pretend to be a Queen.. Because it brings me to the family I'd always dreamed of, a family like yours had been.." she said quietly, hanging her head.

She looked down, her hand sliding down his back to rest on her knee. "My Dad, much like yours, was everything to me." she said as she opened her now bloody red, shot eyes. She ran her hand through her snowy white hair. "Promise me.." she whispered. "That you wont tell anyone..A-about anything.." she stammered shyly. "I..Need my fairytale.." she said as she rose, grabbing her bottoms and pulling at them slightly, she curtsied and looked down at him, walking away to the cafe to grab some lunch.

[Kaguya]

He listened to the girl who seemed to be stalking him and sighed “You do not have to be a queen to love, many ordinary people love... I am ordinary and I am able to love, these people here you call subjects are ordinary and they love... as for the warden and orderlies the jury is still out on that” he say his eyes remaining on the butterfly, seeing her hand coming close to his face he knocked it back “You do not know me well enough nor I you... I would prefare if you kept your distance on touching me” his voice wasn't unkind it was more a matter of fact than anything else. standing turning so his back would be to hers “I still feel my fathers blood on my body, as if it happened no more than seconds before, and I guarantee you the feeling of the blood will never be removed” Closing his eyes as she spoke about betrayal he turned his head from her “I committed the biggest betrayal to them...” he began “The family that apparently loved me so much that betrayed me after my fathers death... is dead” he said in a cold tone “They betrayed me, so I betrayed them and took something precious from each of them” he turned his head to her and smiled “I took their breath” nodding he bowed “I will keep your secret if you keep mine”

[MuseSick]

Annabelle's eyes closed as she nodded listening to him, she slowly bowed forward as he did. It was a lot to swallow. He was a killer? a cold hard killer? Was that it? Was that why he was in here? Did the wards know? She fumbled to sit back down, watching him as he went. Was that what he had did? He killed them? She was curious why he was allowed to walk around, she'd been here for two years, and all she'd ever seen were murder's brought in and placed in a padded cell, and escorted everywhere they had to go, and watched. So why was he up and about? If he did what he said he did, why was he free? She looked down, he said he'd over throw her, she could feel her innards twisting into knots, hard, lumpy, triple looped knots. She rose from where she sat, her face pale, almost as white as her hair as she headed over to her orderly, going into the cafeteria for lunch, she kept quiet, a first, nodding her head as a hello to all of the patients. She sat quietly down at the table, poking around at the food she was given, she wasn't hungry anymore. She wanted to know what was wrong with him. She didn't know if she should be scared, because he said he'd killed his family, or angry, because the boy acted like his pain was greater than anyone else, like he had the right to act like his feelings were worse. They weren't, even if someone had the same situation, to a T, they could always feel different. She was drawn between the two, but she knew, it'd be best to stay away from him.

(Changed your username Chasm? : 3)

[Kaguya]

Akihiko walk to where the orderly was and smiled sweetly “Do you have a pencil and some paper?” he ask bowing to the woman, he wasn't hungry and even if he was he would refuse to eat around everyone. It was something that should be done with family and he didn't know any of them, so eating around them made him feel uncomfortable. The orderly looked to him and blinked for a second, she didn't know why he was in her but just at that moment in time he seemed as normal as anyone on the outside “Are they trying to fool me?” she ask him with a voice of disbelief

“Fool you?” he would reply with a confused tone “Why would you believe anyone one would be trying to fool you?” he ask, his voice showed he was confused on the matter that was for sure, the woman smiled standing and took his hand walking him to the door “Visiting times are not until later, who are you here to visit?” she asked him, he walked with her still blinking not believing what was going on, he knew he could lie and get out more than likely but that went against the code of ethics he was raised with.

“Miss I am meant to be here, they say I am insane and until I can get a piece of paper to say otherwise I am a resident here...” his voice was respectful to the orderly as they continued to walk “However I feel caged within the walls, can we go outside in the garden, I promise to behave” his voice held a sorrow filled tone. Stopping the woman looked down to him still believing this was some sort of prank “If what you say is true then I will have to ask if you can join the group that goes outside after lunch” she say moving to a cupboard bringing out a piece of paper and a pencil so he could do what he wanted.

Instantly taking the paper and pencil he moved to kneel and started drawing, he was well disciplined and showed no signs that others in the facility showed, slowly she moved back to her desk allowing him to get on with drawing, she would talk to the head orderly about getting him a spot with the garden group after lunch was over.