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Malakai Wulf || 10,000 and a bit || Warden of Bridgegate Asylum By the last breath of the fourth winds blow Better raise your ears

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Step Right Up || Malakai & Open

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The blonde haired woman sent glares at the man, though she knew it would do no good, it made her feel better. When he smirked the girl pulled her lips into a grimace since his smile was anything but attractive or comforting. “Yeah but the thing is…I don’t wanna.” she retorted, pushing out her hips as her arms remained crossed over her chest. She didn’t flinch or even try to move when he took a step forward, standing her ground with the not at all scary man. “But I wasn’t running. I was walking there is a difference you see but i guess you are blinder than ever if you think otherwise. “It isn’t curfew yet so they wouldn’t be able to do anything. I know the rules here, I was born in the day, but it wasn’t yesterday.” she rolled her eyes forcing past him. “Now I have four less minutes to make my tea because of you.” she grumbled, making her way to the kitchen.

[malakai-wulf]

It was clear to the Warden, that this one was going to be tough. Not in the traditional way, where ill threats and protection was enforced, but rather in the way that she was proving, already, to be a pain in the ass. “Unfortunately for you, it’s not your choice.” He’d spoken plainly, there was little emotion to his tone, and his eyes followed suit. Usually, eyes would spill the most, but not with this man. “It’s called a matter of phrase, but I suppose you know nothing about that, now, do you? I also implore you to take a breath every so often, instead of spilling your guts so consistently.” His hands tucked aimlessly within his pockets, as he watched the other. “No, but you did smash something, and I’m certain it’s against Asylum rules to carry around glass objects. It’s harmful, you see, so there’s point one. You’re also talking sourly to a member of staff, which isn’t tolerated, point two. By the time you set foot in this corridor again, you’ll have passed curfew, point three. Have I explain enough, or do you need more help? By the way, you’re making little sense in everything you say. Saying you were born in a day, but not yesterday, makes you sound like an uneducated child. It isn’t attractive.” He spoke idly, before turning to follow her, taking equally lazed steps. “Best hurry up, then.”

[malakai-wulf]

Step Right Up || Malakai & Open

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Ebony was in her room, typing away codes as she kept silent, drinking tea until she ran out, continuing to type in the language of computers before she got that faint ache in her head, a headache, great. She sighed and put on fuzzy bed-pants and a long sleeved shirt to hide the most recent cuts, not that she was self-conscious but it was also getting colder in the asylum. She quickly put her hair up in a ponytail as she walked to get a new cup of tea, her previous one in hand. Humming she heard a person speak and dropped the ceramic mug on the floor, hearing it shatter in a bunch of pieces. “I was in my room, for your information. I just ran out of tea as I was reading.” she spoke, crossing her arms over her chest. “And you made me break my favourite mug so shame on you.” she muttered, pushing some ceramic out of the way with her slipper.

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Malakai took a tender moment to stare at the patient. He was good at reading people, there was an art behind the matter, and the man partook in it far too often. The gentle rise of the corner of his mouth had come next. There was clear frustration, if not frustration, it was nothing of positivity. “Then you do without tea, it isn’t rocket science.” He’d uttered, his voice as low as con be, as he took a slow step forward. He didn’t spare a glance at the shattered remnants of the mug, but rather kept his eyes on hers, trained, almost. “Yes, shame on me. Shame on you further for running around at this hour. Say you crossed paths with Security, I’d hope plainly they’d admit you into Solitary Confinement.” He finally allowed his eyes to skim over her frame, before returning after a mere moment. “Come. Let’s get you some tea, before you’re forced into your room.”

[malakai-wulf]

Step Right Up || Malakai & Open

The dark waltz of tapping shoes against the shimmering hardness of tiled flooring, was all that could be heard, as dark eyes travelled over each door. The Warden wasn’t acting to see which patient belonged to which room, but rather to test the waters of air, as he occasionally pressed his ear up to a door he felt was most peculiar. But it was all a ruse. He wasn’t anticipating seeing someone else upon his journey, though by the sudden smugness of his eyes, as well as the slow growth of a smirk, he came to a loitered stop. Arms crossed behind his back, as he stood as straight as an arrow. It was already coming close to curfew, as the sun was sinking to the horizon. A wrong move could be seen in but moments. “I can’t say I’ve seen many people wandering up and down this corridor, most are known sweetly in their rooms. Is there a reason you’re here?”