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Name: Annabelle Elizabeth Blair, but nobody at the school knows her real name, not even the doctors.
Everyone here knows her as 'Mosaic'.

Age: unknown, looks to be 16-19

Gender: female

Mental illness/disease and symptoms:
schizoid personality disorder (a personality disorder characterized by a lack of interest in social relationships, a tendency towards a solitary lifestyle, secretiveness, emotional coldness, and apathy. Affected individuals may simultaneously demonstrate a rich, elaborate and exclusivelyinternal fantasy world.)
Disassociative Identity disorder (a personality disorder causing her to have duel personalities that control her behavior patterns.)
Intermittent explosive disorder (Intermittent explosive disorder involves repeated episodes of impulsive, aggressive, violent behavior or angry verbal outbursts in which you react grossly out of proportion to the situation. Road rage, domestic abuse, throwing or breaking objects, or other temper tantrums may be signs of intermittent explosive disorder.)
Visual and auditory hallucinations

Supernatural Power: advanced telekinesis
Advanced telekinesis is like normal telekinesis, but, well, advanced. This means that she doesn't have to resort to moving just physical objects surrounding her. She can also focus energy from the inside, allowing her to lift herself up, hurl herself into objects, etc. Also, if she concentrates hard enough, she can even bend light and sound waves.

Personality(optional): Annabelle is a generally quiet girl, who only speaks when spoken to. However, she has alot to say, since she is very imaginative and thoughtful. She enjoys observing the habits of the people around her, and can be seen staring quietly at others around corners. She has a way of watching, and finding out all sorts of information about you. When she's not doing this, she can often be found sitting all alone in a corner, muttering to herself, and her hallucinations whom she calls 'friendly seekers'.

Her other personality comes out when she's alone. She will become chattering and happy, babbling on and on about random topics, usually addressing the 'friendly seekers'. She will often skip around the halls unchecked, singing loudly. And at the sight of another human being, she will instantly resort to trying to torture and murder them in whatever way possible. Any subject who has been here more than a month knows to never approach her while she is in this personality.

Looks: Picture
Annabelle is fairly tall, standing at around 5' 8", and weighs around 134 lbs. She is rather scrawny due to her many refusals to eat, since she hates being in the cafeteria with everyone else. She has short, curly black hair that tumbles down just around her shoulders that she always leaves down. There are blackish colored scars running up and down her back, arms, chest, and legs, due to her breakouts of anger, and the experimenting. On her lower left arm, there is a pinkish birthmark shaped like a heart.

Why were you admitted here?: she was admitted for both murder, and torture of her own family.

Biography: Annabelle was born in Alaska, to a decent sized family of five. Her parents, Mariana and Jack, and her three older siblings, Rose, Gracia, and Markus. They owned a farm, two cats, and one dog, and lived a generally happy and carefree life. But when Annabelle came along, all that suddenly changed.

First off, Annabelle was odd from the moment she was born. Even at birth she never cried, not even once. She always just stared around with those odd eyes, One blue, and one green. Also, she hardly ever slept, which was extremely unusual. Even as a baby she often wouldn't go to sleep until 11:00 - 12:00 at night. When they finally got to bring her home she started displaying other odd tendencies. She would not eat with everyone else, she absolutely had to be alone with just she and her mother.

She started displaying anti-social habits at the age of four when she started preschool. The teacher reported that Annabelle refused to interact with any of the other children. Instead she would just sit in the corner and stare disconcertingly at everyone. Sometimes she would even follow a certain child around just to watch them. More than once a child would run up to the teacher exclaiming, "Teacher! That girl won't stop staring at me!" As time went on, Annabelle began to refrain from doing even this. She would give people terrified looks when they tried to talk to her, and would scratch at the door while begging the teacher for 'alone time'.

This got worse as she got older. She would never go outside as long as there were people around. Neighborhood children and kindly adults often tried to greet her, but all they got was terrified glances, and cold emotionless answers in return. Eventually Annabelle refrained from even interacting with her own family. She never told her parents anything, and treated her siblings like strangers. It was when she was eight that she developed intermittent explosive disorder. All that happened was a student accidentally took her pencil, but Annabelle went into a rage and attacked him. She was suspended because of the violence, and similar events started to occur not just in school, but everywhere else besides.

When she was 11 her parents got a divorce. And not too long after the divorce came financial troubles. Their once happy-go-lucky family was slowly slipping apart. And on top of this they were trying hard to medicate Annabelle, and keep her from the habits her disorder was causing. She was now starting to talk to her family about 'friends' that came into her room when she was alone to talk. She always called them the 'friendly seekers'. When she was 12, her father finally came to visit them with his new family, and it was then that the multiple personality kicked in. This led to events that the neighborhood never forgot.

After her father's family entered the house, they never came out. In fact, nobody came out. The same cars stayed in the driveway, and nobody exited that house for days. Someone swore that they heard a cry of help in the middle of the night, but that was about it. After nearly a month of this, the neighborhood finally decided to interfere. They called the police, and they broke in the house. What they found made two vomit, and, one nearly faint.

The walls were all splattered with red. The father's body was sprawled on the living room floor. All his entrails and insides has been pulled out and nailed to the walls and Windows. Nailed to the insides of the closets were the bodies of Annabelle siblings and step-siblings. Their heads has been ripped of and tapped to the ceiling, each and every one has an expression of horror on their face. Their eye balls had been gouged out and hung from the ceiling as well by string. Upon entering the attic they found the mother and step-mother tied up in ropes, and almost starved to death. And smack in the middle of the house was Annabelle, giggling and covered with blood. When the police asked her what happened she simply said, "My toys got boring, so I found some new ones."

She absolutely refused to tell the police her name and age. She ended up being coined with the name 'Mosaic', referring to her differently colored eyes. She was admitted to the facility when she turned 13, and has been there ever since.

Extra: one of Mosaic's favorite things to do is look at pictures. This can sometimes even help calm her down when she's throwing one of her murderous temper tantrums. She has a huge book in her room that's filled with pictures of animals, both real and mythical.

Mosaic's most prominent hallucination is a little girl names Millie. She apparently has long black hair that goes down to her knees, black eyes, pale skin, and a long white dress. According to Mosaic, she is the leader of the 'friendly seekers', and is Mosaic's best friend. Often whenever she hurts someone, or throws tantrum, she'll say "It was Millie's fault, Millie told me to!"

All of the 'friendly seekers' drop in from an imaginary island she calls Calalini. Apparently, Calalini is their home, and it's the world where 'she can do anything'. This is most likely the result of her schizoid disorder, although no one knows for sure.

Patient #2670

Name: Jamie Ken/ Gale Ken

Age: 17

Gender: female/Male

Mental illness/disease: Bipolar Disorder (her mood can change from happy and sunshines to depress and suicidal in a snap.) Disassociative Identity disorder (unlike all the others, her mind forces her to think that she's a male from time to time.)

Supernatural power(optional): Frozen Hours - ability to freeze/pause someone for an amount of time, the person froze/paused will not remember anything that happened that day

Personality(optional): /////

Looks: (picture and/or description is fine)

Why were you admitted here?: burning a hotel down and injured several people, she said it wasn't her, it was Gale.

Biography: [i][b]She grew up in a very happy family, her father worked hard to provide food for the family and her mother was a nurse, but all of this went downhill when she found out her father was cheating and had another family outside, her mother took the car and went for a drive, she was furious of course.

Her mother died, Maria Ken died on July 3rd 20xx in a car accident, she never came home, and nor did her dad. Later on, she discovered the hotel that her father had been keeping the bitch and her 15 years old son.

It happened, it just simply happened, she sets the fire in the basement, it was after several tries until she finally got the fire up, we asked her why was it so difficult? Was it because a little part of her was screaming 'NO'? She replied shaking her head: "No, We had one aim, to kill those two- no, those three, they deserve fucking hell!... We were .. We were crying, thinking about mother.. And how those fucking bastards murdered her.."

And when we asked about who the other person was, she told us: "His name is Gale, his my twin brother, we share one body, he doesn't mind.. But just don't piss him off alright?"


Extra:

//Hope you don't mind me joining!
Name: Pollux (And "Rosie") Underhill Dougal

Age: Almost 16 years old

Gender: Male (?)

Mental illness/disease: Multiple Personality Disorder / Social Anxiety / Depression (The last two led to the alternate "personality", though he believes he is talking to another person, his "twin sister and best friend", not himself, in his head.)

Supernatural power(optional): Both "Rosie" and Pollux are incredibly fast.

Personality(optional): He is a very imaginative boy, and loves happy, shiny, and pretty things (They cheer him up easily). He was raised in a dreary neighborhood and finds it hard to look on the bright side of things.. He's a big scaredy cat as well. He doesn't like talking to others, especially if they try to convince them Rosie isn't there. He also dislikes when people call him Pollux. Rosie is a more mature girl. She enjoys having fun in the same way Pollux does, but also is motherly in a way and gives him advice on how to deal with things. Sometimes she will even "take care of things for him", which is the main reason he is here today. Rosie dislikes people who call her Pollux, tell her she does not exist, or call her "he/him"

Looks: Pollux has long black hair, normally tied into a long ponytail and brown eyes. He is short and has a baby-face. He has a standard weight for his height. Even though he asks for an extra plate of food for "Rosie", "she" never eats that much from it. He has tan skin. When Rosie comes out, the ribbon is taken out of their hair and the tangled hair falls around her to almost the end of her back.

Why were you admitted here?: Murdered his stepfather and injured his mother.

Biography: Believes he has a twin sibling. He was unable to make friends, so he somehow created this other person to talk to. Originally "Rosie" was thought of as an imaginary friend due to his inability to make friends, but he spoke about her as if she were always there with him. She would apparently help him and comfort him, and they had a lot in common, including families. He talks to her whenever he gets the chance. He had created her in his mind, but refuses to believe she is not right there beside him. While he is "sleeping", his sister "Rosie" comes out. By this, it means his Pollux personality leaves room for his Rosie personality to take over. He lets his hair go loose and becomes a mentally female. This "twin sister" killed his stepfather to protect him. Because he kept talking about how the girl had murdered the stepfather and injured the mother, everyone decided it was best for him to go away for a while before he hurt anyone else and blamed it on "Rosie".

His father had died of a sickness when he was four years old, and quickly was replaced by a stepfather. Pollux didn't like him one bit. He always acted like the stepfather was treating him terribly, and wouldn't talk to him. He would retreat to the woods and fields to play. After his stepfather yelling at him more terribly than usual, he went to his favorite tree to calm down. It was then that he met Rosie. They stuck together like glue, but of course, it wasn't like Rosie could go anywhere. His love for his "twin sister Rosie" was going a bit overboard, and when he turned fourteen, his parents decided to say something. He took it harshly because he believed that Rosie wasn't in his imagination and ran away. It was then that Rosie came back and destroyed the house, killing the stepfather and injuring the woman who married him in the process.


Extra: - Prefers to be called Paul (But will accept the name Polly/Pauly from certain people)
- Will scream if anyone says "Dougal", because it is his stepfather's surname.
- Will talk to adults once he knows they are not a threat and warms up to them.
- Wishes he remembered his "real dad" better

((Thanks for joining!

So both of them have hallucination type things, huh? They might become friends.))

(Ill join as well)

((Thanks!))

Name: Rosalie McCain

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Mental illness/disease: Sociopath

Supernatural power(optional): She can change her appearance to mimic someone else's, but only if she has a part of that person's DNA, which she prefers to take their blood.

Personality: Rose can be the sweetest being ever, until she pulls a knife on you. Like ever sociopath, she wants only one thing and that is to feel the blood of her prey slipping through her fingers. Her true self is a quiet woman who uses her looks and actions to get what she wants, but when her trigger is pulled, she becomes the most vicious and bloodthirsty being ever.

Looks: (picture and/or description is fine) Tall slender redheaded woman with sharp brown eyes. Her nails are always painted red, her favorite color, and she usually is dressed in a provactive, but simple way when not in the hospital.

Why were you adadmitted: She committed several murders and gave a lot of injuries to her lovers. The only reason she isn't in prison is because her lawyer pleaded insanity.

Biography: (this must be at least one paragraph, meaning 6 - 7 full length sentences.) Her reign of terror began back in her earlier twenties when she accidentally cut her boyfriend in an intense moment. From then on, she discovered that she liked the thrill of hunting down men with her looks, liked how they easily fell prey, and especially loved how their blood felt in her hands. The thrill of it all didn't come from killing them no, it just hapened, she just liked the feel of their warm blood.
It wasn't until she had mistakenly fallen into the bed of a cop, and he unfortunately lived through her torture, got her name and hunted her down. She had thankfully managed to convince her lawyer, another easy man, of her innocence and he managed to keep her out of prison.
She has had up to seventeen total victims, only which eight have died and the others have scars from her nails and teeth and the occasional blade.

Extra: Herfavorite color is red, she doesn't always seduce to kill, and she has absolutely no remore for what she has done.

((Um, Egypt? Sorry, I probably should have specified this earlier. Since this is a school, the patients can't be any older than nineteen. Once they are older than that, then they've passed school, so they are sent away to an actual mental facility. Sorry about that.))

((Its okay hon, fixed it))

Name: Kaitsu Gaiden though prefers people to call her Gaiden, Shadow, or Shadow Gaiden. She dislikes it when people call her Kaitsu

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Mental illness/disease: Aspergers, OCD, Introverted, Mild Paranoia,

Supernatural power(optional): Midnight Eclipse ~ Its the title Kaitsu have for her special abilities that makes her a shadow specifically that allows her to manipulate, become a shadow, and use the shadows to use magic when near one. While in her shadow form, she has significantly less control of her energy output but increases her speed and strength.

Personality(optional): (I normally never do this, but Ill do it this time just cause) Kaitsu tends to have a cold independent attitude that watches out for her own tail. If she calls you her best friend, its probably not true and in the occasion that you become any form of weakness during a situation, she wouldnt mind throwing you under the bus if it meant she was safe, both figuratively and literally. Usually she doesnt warm up to people and when she does, she tries to distance herself due to a lack of trust and belief that they will just turn their backs, in the end, betraying her. Usually she has a calm attitude, but does have quite a few ticks that irritate her easily

Looks: Pic below
Kaitsu is on the short end of people her age with a height 5' 2" and weighs only 103 lbs with long black hair that reaches near waist. Her arms and body parts are thin making it so that she SHOULD look weak and fragile. Her eyes area dark green color that always carry a hauntingly soulless look in them that makes her fragile appearance wipe away to a fearful one.

Why were you admitted here?: Murder of her parents (and later sister) and many random civilians, running of a high criminal mafia, selling illegal products, selling stolen products, stealing, blackmail

Biography:

Kaitsu was born into this world under a normal family with two parents to later be joined by a younger sister. Even so, Kaitsu didnt really act normally. She was unattached and empathetic towards almost everyone she met including her parents. Unlike most children, Kaitsu didnt go through the 'I love you mom/dad! Ill miss you! I dont want to go to school! I dont want to leave your side!' and took the route of working on her own. Even as a big sister, Kaitsu played with her younger sister because it was what she was supposed to do. At school, she tended to play games by her self and on the rare occasion she made a 'friend'. It all didnt matter much to her though.

By the time middle school rolled around, Kaitsu was oddly a very popular girl around guys and girls. She had many 'friends' and one friend. That one friend Kaitsu had, was the only person she knew that she was open to, nice to, friendly to, and weak to with the addition of him being a guy. This friend held the name Robin and was one of Kaitsu's old 'friends' from 5th grade that constantly pestered her until he went from 'friend' to friend. By the time mid-7th grade rolled around, Kaitsu began to grow, what she believes, a love towards Robin. Uncertain over it though, Kaitsu never actually mentioned it and kept it quiet, still being too shy and afraid that it might harm her only real friendship if she was wrong or he didnt accept. Things stayed like this until they were in 8th grade when Kaitsu went to school again but Robin wasnt there. She initially believed he was just sick and didnt bother to check up on him. Though after a week the rumor had spread around that Robin wasnt sick but rather dead. Kaitsu found this rumor preposterous and just some 13 and 14 year old minds getting too carried away though it did bring her some worry so when she got home, she called his phone. And that was the day, Kaitsu closed up towards everyone and dropped her slight belief that humans could be a good thing to be friends with and hang out with. That day, on the phone was the voice of some unknown grown woman who was watching over Robin's sister after Robin had died........ by the hands of his own parents. Not only did that day crush her in a way she never wanted to feel again, but it also showed her the truth about humans and their sick demented ways of living. From that day on, Kaitsu was the cold person she is today.

That was the first milestone it Kaitsu's life. The second one would happen a year and a half afterwards. Kaitsu was once again betrayed by a 'friend' who had turned away to a group of other students that thought very poorly of Kaitsu and joined in on the name calling and bullying. It really didnt bother her this time. The time with Robin had tightly hardened her and it really didnt matter at that point if anyone were to bother her. But that one betrayal was what clarified her decision. She found this world simply to boring as it was and everyone in the school deeply disgusted her so she had gone up to a group she had been researching about and actually stalking in the shadows for a while now. The state's infamous and feared mafia. She headed into the base, and using her abilities to guard her, demanded entry. At first it was believed to be nothing but a joke that a 15 year old girl could possibly be part of the mafia and out of a pure joke, told her to bring the heads of her parents for acceptance. Little did they know though, Kaitsu took it serious and did it without hesitation and once again, thanks to her abilities, she went unnoticed and uncaught. They didnt back out though and took her in.

After a year of being part of this mafia, Kaitsu had taken up smoking as well as raised up ranks to being the right hand for the boss after the previous one had died. Unlike the rest though, Kaitsu still remained to have little to no connection, love, or friendship towards any of the members. A month later, she killed the boss in blind sight and demanded the title of the boss. After a few fights, Kaitsu was accepted due to the raw skill she had. This became a huge obsession of hers to the point that she dropped out of school while continuing her studies at her home, which was now the mafia's base. Under her rule, the mafia did not fall but raised greatly though when the police came after one of the members being a loud mouth, Kaitsu was too tired to resist, though by then she had obtained the name 'The Shadow Reaper' by the way she mysteriously killed the victims that didnt do as they were told.

After being confined for a half year in prison she was sent to the facility. She has now been at this facility for a few months.

Extra: Over the time, she had learned to read social expressions and became quite the expert at manipulation.

((Just one thing, I'm going to ask that you limit each character to only one supernatural power.))

Name: Lavender Lilac Bloom

Age: 17

Gender: female

Mental illness/disease:
Disorganized behavior (this is a personality disorder, some of the symptoms include a seeming lack of emotion, unpredictable, or opposite reactions to situations and a seeming inability to function in everyday life.)
Auditory hallucinations
Dilusions (usually paranoid delusions, for instance, the sudden belief that everyone is out to get her, or that someone is following and watching her.)
Suffers from a few sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies.

Supernatural power(optional): Lavender has a clairvoyance of sorts. If she sits down, curls up into a little ball, and concentrates, she can see and explore all around the building, and even interact with objects, all without moving. Like an out of body experience.

Personality: Lavender is morbid, sarcastic, and often comes off very emotionless. She almost never uses expression through her eyes, voice or anything. She always has the same expression, and her voice is always flat. Instead, she will always bluntly state what she is thinking or feeling. She swears constantly, with no thought to what anyone else thinks of it. She seemingly cannot function in everyday life, and often has to have someone help her understand what's going on.
She has rather inappropriate reactions to situations. At the scene of a murder she would simply state over and over that she was happy, and that 'this is fun.' And while doing pleasant activities like playing, reading, etc. She will often scowl, swear, and mutter mutinusly. As a result, she has a taste for blood, Gore, and other things, and will often randomly make bloody comments and suggestions with a straight face.

Looks: Picture
Lavender is small for her age, and only stands at around 5' 1". She is of an average weight, 142 lbs. Her most prominent feature is her purple hair and eyes, which the hair is dyed. She often pulls this hair back into a bun, leaving only two strands of hair on either side of her face. She chew on this hair alot, making the chunks of hair at the front of her face always a bit ragged and tangled. She has several long, deep scars going down her left arm, a result of self-harming.

Why were you admitted here?: for the murder of her friend, her mother, and several random individuals.

Biography: Lavender's parents were named Bralyn and Harold, and they lived in Michigan. Both had been trying yo conceive for months, and desperately longed for a child. But after a while Bralyn was believed to be sterile. They had all but given up. So Lavender came as a complete surprise to them, and they were overjoyed. She was named Lavender Lilac Bloom. To this day Lavender hates the flowery name, and prefers to go by the nickname the facility gave her, 'Pirahna' (see extra section).

Lavender was a rather . . . Depressing child. It didn't matter what they did, she never smiled, never laughed. She always had that strange straight face and emotionless eyes. And starting from the age of one Lavender loved yo bite things. This seemed natural at first, but grew into a slightly dangerous habit. Once when she was two, she was being cradled by a relative, and bit her so hard that she drew blood.

When she was three she began to develop a taste for sharp things, and blood. It started when her mother found her sitting on the floor with a kitchen knife, slowly cutting into her finger. Bralyn screamed loudly, and pulled it away, warning her sternly to never do such things again. But Lavender didn't listen. All she did was slowly lick up the blood - and enjoyed it.

As she grew up Lavender hardly had any friends. The children around her school, and around her neighborhood warned each other to stay away from 'the biting girl'. Lavender's monotonous voice and blank face scared away most children her age. And not only that. When people attempted to touch her, or make physical contact with her, she would instantly bite them, often drawing blood. Her parents told her off several times, but she didn't care.

Her love of blood and pain increased, and by time she was nine it was a problem. She would snatch bugs from the air, and squish then between her fingers. She would wait in the shadows and catch small animals. She would then proceed to torture them, using fingers, sticks, knives whatever she could find. And she already had self-harm problems. More than once her parents came in to find her slowly dragging a knife or needle down her arm. And it was always the same arm, her left arm. By this time she was on a prescribed medication. But whenever asked about it, she simply said, "the pain . . . The torture . . . I like it. It makes me feel good." Nothing else.

And then she began to talk about the voices. She said that there the voices of people ringing through her head, calling out to her and asking for more pain. She said when she hurt herself, or hurt others, it made them happy as well as her. Her parents were very concerned by now, and they were told she was having auditory hallucinations. And she still had next to no friends. She would always end up biting them, or drawing blood In some other way, scaring them away.

Once she was fourteen, she had one prominent friend who was named Lily, and so far she had for some reason not hurt her yet. They were slowly growing closer, and it thrilled her parents to see that she at last had a friend. But one night, Lily invited her over to watch a horror movie. Knowing her love for blood, and her tendency to hurt others, Bralyn insisted that she come along to supervise. Lily agreed. This would be a regretful decision. Maybe it was the bloody movie that made her snap, maybe she had simply reached her breaking point, but for whatever reason Lavender went crazy that night.

Some neighbors heard the screams, and called the police, and called the police. But by time they arrived it was too late. The sight that greeted them was horrible. Both Bralyn and Lily were laying on the ground, and they had been skinned perfectly. Each of their skins had been cut and removed in almost entirely one piece, and had been draped over the tv. And written on the wall in blood was the message, "It was the voices. It made them happy." As for Lavender herself, she had fled.

And so for the next year she was on the run, lurking in the shadows and somehow never being caught. She would usually hide out in the bushes next to houses. And then, using her clairvoyant, out-of-body powers, she would murder everyone present in the household. And all were in the same style. She would remove their skins completely, and almost perfectly, and then write a random message in blood on the wall. She turned into a well known serial killer known as 'The Skin Writer.' And then, something odd happened after a year, when she was fifteen. She turned herself in. She entered the area of the facility, walked up to the guards, and turned herself. In. All she ever says about this is that, 'Its boring to always be a serial killer."

Extra: Lavender has a tendency to bite. If you make her mad, or if she dislikes you, or if you try to make physical contact with her, she will not hesitate to sink her teeth into your flesh and draw blood. Thus, she has earned the nickname 'Piranha' around the facility.

She also has an odd self harm habit. Sometimes she will suddenly reach down and bite herself very hard. Then, using the blood that flows, she will scratch random messages onto random surfaces using it.

Lavender is good friends with Mosaic. Mosaic is the only subject that can actually stand her swearing, emotionless ways, and harmful habits. In fact, a few of the more recent scars on Mosaic's arms were caused by Lavender. Lavender has been trying to work hard on refraining from hurting Mosaic.

((Looks like we're going to need some guys now.))

(Ill probably make one today or tomorrow)

Name: Stephan Jacken

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Mental illness/disease: Disassociative Identity disorder

Supernatural power(optional): Memory Replay ~ Stephan is given the ability to read the memories of a person and reflect fragments back in a mixture of transformations and illusion

Personality(optional): Normally Stephan is a friendly, cheerful, happy boy that never gets shy, nervous, embarrassed, or angry. An overly kind boy of pure positive emotion. Though on the occasion that something happened to set him off, his personality would change. In that case, Stephan isnt nice and increasingly sadistic. Even then though, Stephan will be angry only in the beginning until he is joyed, happy, friendly, and cheerful over the pain of others.

Looks: Picture.
Stephan is fairly tall with 5' 9" height. He had shoulder length blonde hair, that he takes high pride in, and emerald green eyes. Usually he wears fine clothes of some sort and despite his normally friendly attitude, he oddly has a lot of hidden weaponry on him

Why were you admitted here?: Torture and murder of many people

Biography:

Stephan was born and placed into an orphanage before he could know anything better. Despite this, Stephan was raised very kindly and learned to act like that in return. There was nothing wrong with him until he got into a fight with one of the other orphanage members and gave him quite a beating. He was pulled off of the boy, was given a lecture before getting sent off again. The next week, the same guy started a fight again, though while Stephan tried to ignore him and get out of the way and idea of fighting, the boy gave him a heavy punch causing the fight to take the same path again. Stephan once again was pulled off the boy, was given a lecture worse than the last before getting sent off again. This happened again once more before anything changed path. Once Stephan had a reputation for beating the boy up, the boy had a grudge on him. The boy framed Stephan for things he didnt even do or things the boy did. Occasionally the boy would pretend to have a black eye and say Stephan punched him. Every single time the boy did this, Stephan would get worse and worse lectures and less and less love from the adults that loved him so much before. One time he came to his breaking point after another framing and Stephan snapped and used his abilities on pure accident. The boy that picked on him had seen a divorce at the age of 3, still remembered it, and then the death of his mom by the boy's dad before seeing his dad taken away. Without knowing, Stephan reflected the traumatizing memory in a way that mentally wounded the boy for many years to come. And in the end, Stephan actually liked it. This time though, the lecture was at least 20x worse than the previous ones and ended up getting neglected by kids and adults alike pulling him into his rooms for what seemed like months straight.

When Stephan actually came out of his room, he was a totally different person. Some of the other kids at the orphanage tried to pick on him, cause fights, and tease him to get back at him for the one boy though Stephan just smiled and took it perfectly. Nothing enraged him. Nothing snapped him. Nothing caused fights with him. He was totally...... happy....... At first it weirded people out but then everyone began to accept it has him changing and truly regretting what he did. Everything was fine until he was 9 when the same boy from before came back to him and once again framed him. Once again breaking his reputation. Once again setting him off though this time, it was different. This time, Stephan was a totally different person. He was really angry and then he was calm after pulling out a knife that he had taken from the kitchen a while back. This scared off many of the adults and kids which made it so there was no interference. Again, he reflected off mental scars but this time it was intentional and this time he also did physical torture. He did this all the way until the police came and before trail, he shouted he knew and did nothing. He was not lying because it wasnt him doing it. During the trail when he was put under pressure, he snapped again, thought this time he used it to get away which was a shockign feat for a young 9 year old.

For two years he ran living between the fear of the cops who were chasing him for what he didnt do and hunting to please his other's sadistic needs. After those two years, Stephan was caught again though being he was only 11, Stephan was admitted to the facility rather than to jail.

Extra:

((Well . . . I think I'm going to go ahead and start us off.))

It was early morning at the facility, around 6:00 am. The sun was rising, casting a pretty yet slightly eerie glow through the plain gray hallways. It looked like it would be a clear day today, meaning pleasant weather for the few hours the subjects were allowed outside. Around the halls, there were several different sound to be heard. Guards walking around to keep students under control, doctors talking about their plans, and shuffling papers, and of course, the sounds of subjects waking up to the first day of term. Students were in their rooms, preparing for the first day.

All except one.

Crouched in the shadowy corner of an old testing room was a quiet and mysterious looking girl. Her short curly black locks were unkempt and ragged from waking up, and she still wore a white sleeveless nightgown. Mosaic had snuck out of her room hours ago, and was now out and about hiding from guards and doctors. She was muttering nonsense to herself, and her hetero eyes seemed to glow in the semi-darkness. And next to her, unseen to everyone bit herself, was a girl with knee length black hair, a long white dress, and entirely black eyes. This was Millie, the most prominent of Mosaic's hallucinations, and the apparent leader of the so-called 'friendly seekers'. She was crouched down on her knees, watching mosaic mutter. After a moment, she stood up.

"let's go Annabelle. It's getting closer to opening time."

"I told you, no one here calls me Annabelle . . . Because they don't know . . . I'm Mosaic, remember?" Mosaic muttered softly, and very fast.

"Whatever, you'll always be Annabelle to me. Now let's go! Piranha might be waiting."

"she's not Piranha . . . She's Lavender . . ."

"whatever."

Sighing, Mosaic slowly rose to her feet and walked to the door. She looked around cautiously, listening for any footsteps, and watching for moving forms. After she knew it was safe, Mosaic quietly exited the room and began to creep along the walls. If needed she could bend the few light waves there were at the moment to shield herself . . . But there shouldn't be a problem . . .

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Lavender was tossing and turning in her bed, and suddenly jerked open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the flame-colored glow that was softly lighting up the wall in front of her. So it must be morning . . . The second thing she noticed was the pain. Her whole body was slightly sore, probably from tossing and turning all night. But especially her arm . . . And then she noticed the wet feeling, and slowly turned her head. The sheets were soaked with red right below her left arm, which was bleeding profusely from a semi-circular mark near her wrist. Lavender just sighed heavily, she must have been biting herself in her sleep again. After staring at it for a moment, she bent down, and licked it. Not bad . . . But she should probably just get a nurse to treat it.
"Hm . . . I wonder who else is up?"

Name: Marion Lyudoyed athough he prefers to be called Hannibal..Not like anybody knows his real name though

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Mental illness/disease: Pica(Makes you eat horribly unnutritious foods,and people.)Anti social personality disorder(He is a sociopath pretty much.),extreme paranoia(Pretty much looking out the window,behind the shoulder and everywhere else every second.Diogenes Syndrome and minor schizophrenia(He can hear voices pretty much).


Looks: *Picture*

Why were you admitted here?: Three years ago when he was fourteen he had hit the peak of mental insanty he was a mess,he quit taking care of his body,he collected a strange collection of kitten heads,knives and disembodied female organs,which he obtained by killing female teachers and classmates.He had already committed twelve murders and had gotten away scott free,for about a week.Until his mother and father cleaned his room opened the duffel bag he hid it all in and tried to convince him to turn himself in.At first he seemed fine and actually rather happy it was found,until they mentioned life in jail.That had angered the fourteen year-old so badly that he got in a fight with his father and mother,knocked then out,And heavily mutilated and ate parts of their bodies.About a week after that neighbors reported not seeing the family at all and saw their car in the drive-way,when police arrived they came to see Marion eating Captain Crunch with one of his parents fingers floating inside of the bowl.He was declared criminally insane by the court and too unstable to be held in regular prison as he was being tried as an adult.

Biography: As Marion started life normally life had not stayed that way,his family had a massive gambling debt and the mafia was going to take him because the Don's wife wasn't able to have children and she wanted a child.So he was sent down to the other side of the country at two weeks old to live with his Grandparents,for seven years he was fine.His grandparents were like his own parents and he refused to believe that they weren't..That's why the murder of his grandparents was so hard on him.They were gun downed after being robbed..for a mere 7 dollars they had left after leaving the grocery store.He was sent into adoption where he was sent into a horribly abusive family,he was practically used as a slave compared to the other children and was often starved because he would go unconscious during the beatings for not working quick enough.He created imaginary friends to talk to and soon the friends began to really speak back to him,this was the beginning of his schizophrenia.His Pica began with him beginning to eat chalk and rats in the house.The other stuff came later but after a while his adoptive parents killed each-other.He was sent back to his real parents when he turned 13 because they had fully paid off the debt and he was able to come home.He lived with his family for about a year before his criminal activity's began to happen.

Extra: He create's prison shanks with tooth brushes and doesn't shower.He is not required to wear a face-mask and can begin to eat you if not careful.

Marion was already pacing around his room already dressed in his grey jumpsuit and military boots already prepared for the day,he repeatably looked over his shoulder and under the door just trying to see if anybody was there.He did not like people around his room and neither did Walter,Walter was the voice inside Marion's head.They grew up together and thus had an unbreakable bond.Marion fiddled around with a piece of chalk and bit into it.He never bothered chewing on it and swallowed the entire stick of chalk.He then pulled out his stabbing brush and opened the door and slowly creeped out of it.He shut the door and stuck to the walls just waiting for somebody to come a get eaten.His heart beat increasingly got faster as he felt he was getting near somebody..He held his tooth brush tightly and...BAM!It was a broom the janitor had left leaning on the side of the wall."Jackass.."Marion continued walking.

Kaitsu was outside relaxing in the shade against the wall. She lit one of her cigarettes and took a deep breathe before exhaling. She actually found this facility much more relaxing than anything she could find at home. She figured the mafia work was one of the favorite things she did and she was thinking about creating one again after all, she was bored. One of her main obsessions and skills were taken away. Though for now she was enjoying herself. She yawned looking around at everyone, wondering what all of them had done in the past to get them here.

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Stephan was enjoying his life here at the facility. There were some nice people here that he could really get to know plus he had been here since he was 11. It was a comforting home to him. The lectures he got were minimal and they were never too harsh. There were always people who had problems that he could help. And most of anything that was great, there wasnt that one boy to cause him trouble. He kicked his legs against the bed. Maybe he should go outside to say "Hi" to a few people......

((Just so everyone knows, this is still a facility, so most objects like cigarettes, knives, and other such things would have been found and confiscated.))

Mosaic finally managed to reach the dorm hallways without being caught by the guards. She was constantly brushing her hair out of eyes, it was ratty and tangled from tossing and turning all night. Just a little farther, and she would be able to get inside her room. Suddenly, she stopped. Was that . . . Movement?

"May day, May day!" Millie shrieked, "random guy ready to stab someone standing in the way!"

"Hm?" Mosaic squinted carefully, stopping all movement and not making a sound. Sure enough, she could just barely make out a figure standing there in the shadows of the wall. Now what? She debated backtracking and going another way, but that would risk getting caught by guards.

"What should we do Annabelle? Should we run? Or . . . Should we hurt him . . .?"

That was a tempting thought. Hurt him . . . Use telekinesis to make the brush stab him . . . Mosaic's sadisticly happy alternate personality almost took over for a moment.

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Lavender had showered, letting the warm water wash most of the blood off her arm. She honestly enjoyed the stinging pain that the water had left on her the wound. Still, she couldn't just sit there under the water forever. After getting out she dressers in a plain outfit, and tied her hair back in a bun. She left the usual two strands of hair hanging down in the front. She instantly popped one into her mouth, slipped into her shoes, and looked outside the door. Just then, a horrible scream sounded from the floor above her, echoing through the halls below.
"What the fuck was that?" She muttered.
She then shuddered, someone mist be getting experimented on . . .

(Going to bed. See you tomorrow morning)

Marion laughed."Fools!You don't alert a psychopath with a tooth brush!"He creeped around the corner armed with his tooth brush ready to stab with a powerful force behind it."Must I do something?Actually could you guys attract a guard?I would be VERY JOYUS if a guard came..So would Walter."

Mosaic slowly turned around yo face him, her eyes wide, blank, and glowing. What exactly was he thinking? If the guards came that would mean punishment . . . Which sometimes involved torture . . . She gave a tiny little sigh. She didn't have time this. With a sudden burst of concentration, she picked him up, and threw him against the wall behind him. Not hard enough to severely injure him, but enough to keep him on the ground for a minute.

"Oh, good one! But it wasn't hard enough! Can we blow his brains out next? . . . Hey! Annabelle, wait up!"

Too late. Annabelle was already skittering silently along the halls again. Without saying a word she reached her room, slipped inside, and locked the door behind her. Slowly, she slid down to the ground, and began to mutter nonsense again.

When Marion hit the wall he had a huge sound of the wind being knocked out of him."Ugh...You shylock!I'll eat your face when I get up!"He felt his ribs."Did I crack a rib?..Doesn't feel like it but...God dangit Walter tell me!"He seemed to be listening for a moment before speaking again."But it..God Walter I know it could be broke but you should have the answer!"He listened again."No I'm not being snappy but I mean come on why can't you tell me!"He looked shocked for a moment."I'm a yokel?!NO!YOU'RE A YOKEL!"

Millie now hopping around Annabelle's room, giggling loudly. "Cool! That was fun! But why couldn't you have done it harder? We could have seen some blood!"

" . . . Not today Millie . . ."

Sighing, Millie walked over to her table, and began to poke at a silver mirror that was laying on it. "Hey, what's this? Can I keep it? Will it break?"

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" A result of intermittent explosive disorder, Mosaic instantly lunged out at her over the smallest things. That was her special mirror, and Millie wasn't supposed to touch it. She instantly spring And jumped all the way across the room, trying to claw at Millie. But Millie just laughed, and disappeared.

"Haha! You'll have to try harder than that to catch me Annabelle!" Her laughter and throughout the room, and then faded.

Mosaic ended up hitting the table, which fell to the floor with a crash. The sudden pain brought her back to her senses, and she calmed down. She slowly set the table right-side-up again, and made sure the mirror wasn't cracked. With that, she walked towards the bathroom and shut the door. Now to take a shower, and fix her hair . . .

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Lavender was standing outside her door now, and she listened silently as another scream rang out from above. She enjoyed the sound of pain. But instead of smiling, or laughing, she just began to talk out loud, not bothering to keep her voice down.
"I like those screams. They sound like pain. I like pain. Those screams make me feel happy."
She said all that in a blank and monotonous voice that was absolutely devoid of emotion. Then, she suddenly began to listen

"Well like it too, don't we?"
"Yes we do."
"Such pain."
"Such fun."
"We love it."
"Don't you love it too?"

"Can't you leave me alone for one fucking day?"

"We cannot leave."
"Surely you know this by now."
"For we enjoy the pain as much as you do."
"So we are bound."

"Little shits . . . Just fucking leave."
The voices faded. Lavender surveyed the halls around her. There were voices . . . But did they have bodies? And how could they see her? Lavender instantly tensed up. Voice, watching her, staring at her . . . She'd better be careful . . .

In the corner sat a small boy mumbling to himself. "Rosie, I, I'm scared..." he whispered to himself, trying to find comfort in his sister. He knew he had to go, but he'd rather stay in his bed right next to Rosie's. It was too scary out in the open. Maybe he could just stay in his room today. That way nobody would yell at him.
"Don't worry Pauly," Rosie spoke to him, seeming to read his mind, "I'll make sure they don't do anything to you."
Still, Paul huddled outside his door, knowing something terrible would have to happen that day. It always did. What made today any more safe than yesterday? Nothing.

//Sorry ! I had work but I'm back now !

Mosaic finished her shower, and picked out an outfit. Just a knee-length flowing black dress. Sitting down, she began to brush out her short raven black curls until they were nice and silky. She didn't bother to do anything else with it though, Mosaic always left her hair down. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her side's, and whipped around in surprise.
Standing behind her was two children, who only looked about five years old. They were a boy and a girl, and they each had the same light brown hair and soft gray eyes. The boy had only a pair of overalls on and was barefoot. The girl had a long Jean skirt, plain white shirt, and black ballet flats.

"Annabelle . . . What'cha doin'?"

Mosaic sighed in relief. This was little Timmy, and teeny Tina. They were the youngest of the 'friendly seekers', and were always being watched out for by the others. But today, it seemed that they were alone. "Hi Timmy . . . Hi Tina . . . I was going to go outside . . ."

"Really?" Tina asked, "Can we come with you?"

"Yeah . . . I guess . . ." She took each of their hands in hers, and walked out her dorm room door, not bothering to put her shoes on. But to anyone besides herself, it just looked like she hand her hands hanging out oddly on either side of her. Because they were hallucinations, only she could hear, feel, and see them. However, the hallucinations themselves had convinced her that they were real, and that she could only see them because she was special.

Paul froze at the sounds coming from down the hall. Someone was there. He didn't like people, they were scary. He quickly stood up and ran the other way, ignoring Rosie's instructions to stand tall. He ran as far as he could until he tripped on a stray box in the hallway. The box fell over, letting all the contents of it spill onto the floor. He hung his head while sitting on the floor and began to cry. A normal start to a normal scary day.

"You do this e,every day Paul," he mumbled to himself once again, "You're t,too old for this. Way way way too old,,,"
Still, no matter what he told himself, he could not the tears from falling. He had scraped his knee on the floor, but that was the least of his problems. Rosie was trying to soothe him, but he knew. He heard the person down the hall getting closer.

"If anything truly bad happens, I'll take over. You'll stay safe, Pauly."

Rosie had said those words to him years ago. What was "truly bad" anyway? Was it that mean man his mom loved? Just remembering that man made him want to return to his room and never leave.

Mosaic jumped at the sound of clattering, and the sound of someone or something falling down. Instantly, she backed into the shadows. Was it a person? She didn't like people . . . She would much prefer the 'friendly seekers' to real person any day. But then again, they took the forms of people. We're they people? Or were they other things taking the form of humans? If so, what were they? We're they demons? Spirits? Even guardian angels? She was unaware that she had started muttering random nonsense to herself, this was a habit she of hers when she started thinking.

Tina was peering curiously ahead of them, squinting and trying to make out a form. After a moment, she spoke. "Annabelle, I'm going ahead to check it out. Timmy can stay here with you, Kay?" She then pranced on ahead. Timmy gripped her hand tightly, and gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry! They can't see us right? 'Cause they're not special like Annie is, right? So it'll be okay!"

Mosaic just nodded slowly. "I suppose so . . . But if you're real, then what makes me so special?"

Timmy gave her a pouty look. "Of course we're real! You mean you don't believe in us? That's mean Annabelle!"

Mosaic just shook her head. "Of course I believe . . . Of course . . ."

Just then, Tina came back around the corner. "Annabelle, come with me! It looks like someone fell! And they might be hurt! So come on!"

Mosaic followed, and peered silently around the corner. Sure enough, there he was. A boy, sprawled out on the floor. It looked like he had tripped over the box behind him. But instead of going to help, she just stood there and began to watch, observing his every move, her hetero eyes glowing brightly. Mosaic was always watching, always observing like this.

"Hey! Why aren't you going to help?"

"But . . . He's a person . . ."

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Lavender's gaze darkened slightly as the screams from above lessened, and then stopped. The experimenting must have ended.
"Well that's too bad. I like the screaming. It made me happy. But now it's gone, so that makes me feel both mad and sad. It's a strange feeling."
She then jumped, and let out a short cry of "What the fuck?" As a huge clattering noise came from a couple hallways down. "What the fuck was that?" She muttered to herself. She then began to talk again.
"That sound startled me. And even scared me a bit. But it could be the voices trying to trick me. Should I go, or should I stay? It could have been Mosaic. What now?"

And so, she just stood there like a dimwit, muttering "what should I do? What should I do?" Over and over again under her breath. Lavender was simply unable to function like this when she as all alone. That was one of the reasons she liked Mosaic, she was always willing to explain the situation to Lavender in quiet and calm voice.

Marion stood at attention after hearing the scurrying of a rat running across the floor.After looking around everywhere to see if something was up he slowly walked along the wall to his room.As he was walking he could hear from other floors,screams echoing throughout the building although that was fairly common around here.Of course it made him on edge and Walter even more on edge."Hey Walt,Do you think some orderlies just got killed...Or maybe eaten?"Marion had a surprised look on his face."No?What's gotten into you today Walt?"As Marion got to his room he opened the door,went in and shut it.

(Ok.. Finally got my character up.. Hope they're fine...)

Jamie blinked, once, twice, ok good, Gales back to sleep, it was her free hour, she treasures every moment. It was her daily routine to explore in this nuthouse, it was interesting, hearing everyone else's story, they were all different, nothing is ever repeated.

"Hello? Ron? Can you opened the door? It's me, Jamie!" She looked out for the tiny window, Ron was her guard, the person that she talks to the most, even thought he handcuffs her sometimes, it was his duty, and she respected that.

The she heard a click, then the door was opened, "C'mon out." He said smiling, "Glad you're back, you were — I mean your brother was making one hell of a mess." Ron was around thirty, tall and muscular, Jamie had asked him a few times why he choice to come here, he would simply say: "Tell ya later kid, I'm busy."

"Can I?..." "Sure, go ahead." "Thank you!" She ran off, freedom was nice.

((They're fine, but the personality needs to be alot longer than one sentence, or you can just not do the personality since it's optional. Other than that, they're fine.))

(Ok, cool)

"Oh no. Oh no oh no ohnoohnohono" Paul said, clutching his head. People were here. He could hear them. If he turned around they would attack, he was sure of it. He always avoids them. Everyone except for the employees, but it's not like he can avoid them. He wanted to run, to get away from them, but he couldn't. He just couldn't move.
He felt a warmth around him. He knew that it was Rosie. This was how she always helped him. She would give him a hug and tell him comforting words, and when things got really really, really scary, she would take care of it. She was strong. Paul wished he could be like her.

Mosaic was very slightly annoyed. He wasn't doing anything . . . He was just lying there, not moving a muscle. His eyes were open, and he was breathing, so he obviously wasn't dead or passed out. People were so confusing. They had such odd emotions. This was why she liked the friendly seekers, they were always just in the mood she wanted them to be.

Suddenly, there was a small pop beside her, and Millie as suddenly right there. Instead of looking at Mosaic though. She looked at Timmy and Tina. "Hey! You two!" She said sternly, "What are you doing with Annabelle without supervision? The Man in Black is looking for you!"

Tina gave a sweet little five-year-old sigh, and looked at Mosaic. "Sorry Annabelle, Man in Black needs us. Bye bye!" Timmy smiled. "Bye Annie! Can I come visit you later?"

Mosaic nodded. Without another word they disappeared with a little pop. Sighing, Mosaic looked back towards the boy on the ground. Still not moving.

Millie began to talk. "Hiya! I'm back, don't attack me like that again. Now who's he? And what happened to the sucker that we taught a lesson to earlier?

"I don't know, Millie . . . He tripped . . . And now he's just lying there . . . But he's a person . . . He'll try to talk to me . . ."

After enough fighting with Rosie, she finally calmed him down a bit. He was still worked up, but he tried his hardest to talk. "P,,,please don't hurt me,," he said before quickly dashing behind the large box. He slowly peeked over it, but hid as soon as he saw that there was a person there. And she was watching him. He squeaked a bit and felt Rosie hug him again.
He said something. That's good enough for now, I guess thought Rosie, knowing he could never hear her thoughts. After all, though he didn't like to believe it, it wasn't like Pauly was a master magician or anything.

Mosaic raised an eyebrow. Was he scared of her? Well, she shouldn't be surprised. She remembered all the other children being creeper out by her stares back in preschool. She had hated it there . . . Too many people . . . With a tiny sigh, she took a tiny step forward. "I'm not going to hurt you . . ."

Millie just groaned. "And why not? We didn't get to see that other guy's guts spill out on the ground before! So why can't we do it now? I wonder what intestines look like? Oh wait . . . I remember . . ."

Mosaic scowled at her, although it looked like she was staring into thin air beside her. "Shut up Millie . . . You're not helping the circumstances . . ."

Why is everyone here so weird? She's talking to nobody. Paul said to himself, I bet Rosie and I are the only normal ones here, huh...
Still, she said she wouldn't hurt him. Should he take her word for it? Paul really didn't know. He took a deep breath and lifted himself up, his sister cheering him on. He was still trembling, and he looked like a mess, but at least he was standing. That was improvement enough for Rosie. He mentally went over what he was going to say next for a few minutes. "I, um, are you s,,sure?" He spoke quietly, still afraid of the girl who spoke to nothing. What if the nothing was actually something? What if it was planning on getting him?! He started trembling more.

Mosaic took a tentative step forward. She hated being forced into a situation where she had to interact with others . . . Nevertheless she looked straight at him. "Yeah . . . I'm sure . . . That is if Millie doesn't make me . . ." She gave Millie a glare.

Millie just rolled her eyes, and squinted at the boy. "It's not my fault! He was talking to someone else earlier, but I don't see anyone. Was he talking to himself? Maybe. Just like you do Annabelle!"

Mosaic scowled again. "I don't talk just talk to myself . . . I talk to you . . . And u talk to the rest of the friendly seekers . . ." All of a sudden, Mosaic jumped up, and to the side, a surprised look on her face. Because another friendly seeker had appeared next to her. He was tall, with black pants, black shoes, and a black shirt. He also had a black hat, and a black overcoat with the collar turned up, hiding his face. All that could be seen of his head were two glowing red eyes.

Mosaic sighed. "I told you Man in Black, I don't have them. . . . They should be in Calalini . . ."

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Lavender had finally started to inch quietly along the halls towards the place where she heard the crash. She made sure to keel her steps quiet, as she had somehow convinced herself that there would be someone ready to hurt her around every corner. She had started talking again too.
"I'm nervous. And a bit scared. Because people are going to try and hurt me. So I should be careful. I want to see more pain. I want to bite . . ."

"T,,thank you," he said before running away. That was enough talking for one day. Maybe Rosie could ask a worker for a coloring book or something. At least that would keep him occupied and away from people.

"You were doing so well Pauly! What happened?" He heard her voice ask sadly.

"No I wasn't. Talking is scary and people are scary and whatever that person was talking to is scary and I want to go leave and never come back." Paul continued to ramble on and on, until the things he said couldn't even form a coherent sentence. He fell to his knees, exhausted from his escape, and looked up.

Nothing looked familiar.

Rosie didn't want to say it, even though she knew. Pauly was lost and afraid, and she would have to take over soon.

Mosaic tilted her head to the right, and watched curiously as he ran away. What was his problem? She'd hardly spoken at all, and she hadn't said anything threatening. Was it her eyes? Something about her? Mosaic was muttering nonsense again, in which the words "people", and "kill" could be made out. After about a minute of this she turned suddenly. "Was it you? Did you scare him?"

The Man in Black just glared at her before disappearing. Millie had an odd expression on her face. But I want to hurt someone . . . Don't you? Let's go . . . Let's change . . . Come on, let's do it. I want to hurt someone."

She disappeared. At once, Mosaic's expression changed. Her eyes grew very wide, and a sick smiled spread over her face. After just standing like this for a moment, she giggled loudly. "Isn't it nice to be alive? Yes it is . . ." She began to skip down the halls, singing an odd song.
"Cut them open and watch them bleed,
Said the strange man beside the tree.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts,
I listened to you scream."

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Lavender froze when she heard the singing, that was slowly fading away in the opposite direction. That could only mean one thing: Mosaic's alternate personality had come out. This was bad, any person she came across would have to either run for their lives, or fight. She sighed.
"Mosaic went crazy again. That's not good. So I should go help her, shouldn't I? But do I have anything sharp? Or do I need to find something? But maybe she'll cause some pain. I like that. Pain is fun."

There were two ways to drag Mosaic out of this other personality. The first option was to to just leave it be, and let her kill. It didn't matter if it was a person or a squirrel, Once she had killed something, she would calm down and go back to normal. Or, the second option was to make Mosaic herself bleed. The pain and the sight of her own blood was always enough to shock her back to her senses.

"Hm . . . I'll need to catch something . . ."