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[elizabeth-lilly-white]

“Is it me, or did the food in here get a thousand times worse recently?”

[lilmcnster-blog]

She had never expected to miss living on the streets ---

She had always wondered what sleeping inside a warm building was; what it felt to be safe behind walls & closed doors. Though, to be honest, an Asylum was not what she had in mind. Suddenly, being alone didn’t seem so bad; being nothing but a beggar was a lot better than being a prisoner.

Feeling IMPRISONED wasn’t even the worst about this place --- Why the hell was she locked up in an Asylum. She was sure as hell she wasn’t mad... Was she? Going through what she had could definitely harm one’s mentality, but Shaula felt as healthy as ever; despite some minor bruises here and there. 

At least, she had a room for herself. She had feared she would have to share a room with another & that would be insufferable, to say the least. Being alone was what she was used to. Having to share with another had never crossed her mind. The sound of the door creaking open caught the newbie’s attention & a pair of hazel eyes shot up, to meet the uninvited guest.

“Can I help you --- ? ”

[x-erxei]

genderbend!AU

[grcyfiel-blog]

hitman || [never caught!au]

   To be here was simple enough, but his plans required further action. Why could William not have hired him out to a different sect of people, rather than anti-religious maniacs? Greyfiel had no choice, though; being the little-known Nobody did not come with the perks of choosing where the orders came from, nor did he get to decide who it was that he was supposed to kill. At least this time he’d gotten to settle upon his own choice of weapon - in days past, he’d had to deal with whatever method of killing they chose. The assassin loved his knives, but this was a distance shot, and it was impossible to throw a blade from this far away with any chance of it hitting its target.

   The bullet tore through the air and hit the pastor’s sternum, shattering it on its way to penetrate the heart. At least he no longer believed in any sort of god, but he still felt somewhat uncomfortable going through with this kill. It was not as though this man was a bad man, but he’d been marked for death.

   Quickly, Grey packed up his sniper rifle, picking up the empty shell before heading out of the room. As he made his way down the emergency stairwell, the sound of footsteps echoed, but they were not his own. Immediately, he froze, glancing up and down the steps to see who else might be there. The police could not have been called yet, not that quickly, so the question remained: who was there?

[cora-deland-blog]

“Why the fuck is it so hot in here, this is very annoying.”

[elijahnd-blog]

It always felt weird being in a new place with new people, new smells, new atmosphere. It made it even worse that he hadn’t gotten any of his patients files yet and he was supposed to start his sessions tomorrow. Today he was supposed to be sorting out papers and figuring out how to order every little thing. This place was going to drive him nuts, he was sure of it. 

With the sound of footsteps entering the room, he looked up. “Yes?” he inquired to the unknown person, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side. 

[spencers-knight-blog]

"When did tying shoe laces get so hard?"

[growlwhenpleased-wagwhenang-blog]

“I-Is that snow...? It’s snow!”