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PostSubject: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 2:33 pm

Our fathers are our models for God.

Sitting there on that crap-brown cough, tonguing the vacant snake-bite piercings in his lip, the boy began to wonder what he could shove in there so the holes didn't close.

If our fathers failed...

Maybe he could break off a few tongs from a plastic fork and shove them through. Maybe he'd choke on 'em. That would show those bastards to take away his face jewelery. I mean, really, just because they can be used to gouge out his own eyes, doesn't mean he will. Likewise, just because he has tried it in the past doesn't mean he will do it again. That would be ridiculous.

...what does that tell you about God?

That shit hurts, man. He knew why he did it, though; he just didn't want to die without a few scars. He wanted people to pay heed to him, to feel sorry for him. If he were blind, then people would take pity on him. He admitted it. He was just a little attention whore, but he could own up to it, unlike the other sissies in this mouse-cage. They all whined about 'hearing voices' and 'hallucinating Charles Manson on their walls.' Puh-lease. He knew they were all just freaks, all just rejects like him starving for human contact after their mommies and daddies abandoned them, leaving them vulnerable to the harsh world out there.
Except that one guy down the hall. With the kankles. Yeah. He was messed up.

Cyril Simard was just pondering his life here in the lounge of the long-term-care-unit, thinking on how he was glad he wasn't in the co-op unit anymore (Jesus Christ, women were such bitches when they thought schizophrenia was an excuse to get whatever they want), when the television was shut off.
What. The hell.
Here's the thing about Cyril: you could tell he was coming from his hair. It was the brightest hue of auburn you could imagine. All natural, besides. It was pretty damned hard to miss. Whenever a staff member saw that little blob of neon making a beeline their way, they knew it was trouble. They were all smart enough to run. He was either coming to complain, spazz out, or hit on the male staff. (Anyone without a hole below the belt knew not to deal with Cyril: He had been surrounded by estrogen ever since he faked a seizure to get the opportunity to grope a guy nurse's backside. It was a rarity that he even got close enough to a man to hit on him, which made the poor red-head very sad.)

Why he was in this damned place, he wasn't sure anymore. It had been so many years ago, it seemed, that he was admitted to the short-term unit. What was wrong with him, again?
Didn't he commit a murder?
He could no longer distinguish the truth from his own twisted visions anymore, sifting through the memories, attempting to decipher them and wondering why people had stopped visiting. Wondering why they didn't get this damned television fixed in the community room, which he was only allowed access to a few weeks ago.

"What's wrong with this damned television?" I told you. "Is this where our taxpayer's money is going to-? Is it possible to straighten out the antennas? Or, better yet, get something from this century?"
"Sir, please-"
"Oh, Wendy, would you like to share something with the class? Something along the lines of your affair with a very married Dr. Rockland? No? That's right. Run away." The rather lithe man plopped his skinny ass down, snatching up the remote again and pressing buttons, watching the lifeless screen intently.

Maybe it was his mood swings. He didn't have a temper, he just had er...short...tolerance for failure. Though he couldn't quite figure out what had landed him here, he was surprisingly content. His dark eyes-that contrasted greatly with his audacious hair-still sparkled with the dry humor that defined him.
Cyril was content with his life. After all, his birth was a mistake, but he wasn't going to waste his entire life trying to correct it.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 3:03 pm

Years didn't matter to him anymore; nothing really did at this point when it came with a value more disposable than a human body. It was all worthless to him, but that didn't stop him from cherishing things that others would call utterly insane. What stained his room was an accumulation of death and discord; the remains of his past 'partner' rested on the floor, the bloodied mass making a clear trail from one side to the other. Marking the room up in the death stench, the two beds where littered with crumbling stains. Something that showed that the other had put up a fight before being completely dominated by the other and ruthlessly worked at. It had only been a few days since the other had been placed in the same room as he, and he hadn't even lasted more than a day. This was troubling for them, but they needed to get in. Clean up and room and the other before they could do anymore. Watching the 'deformed' males movements, they would strike once he was resting. Only knowing such a time as the best possible chance to even catch him with his guard down.

Watching as the bloodied, silvery eyed male rested in the dry pools of blood. They couldn't help but feel their stomachs churn as he stared up at the camera for him room with a toothy smile. Not many had the guts to take care of him, so he was usually in an unruly state, especially considering he wasn't allowed out half the time. Usually caged inside due to what they understood he could do. The monster they had admitted within. Letting out a content sigh he finally went to sleep, blood bathed white locks resting in tangles against his form. They grew silent before sending in the strongest of their workers, the men grabbing at the slumbering male's arms in hope of hoisting him away for a nice shower away from the others. It went off without a hitch for sometime, a tranquilizer lodged into the side of the lean male's neck as he they started to scrub down his body. Cleaning all cuts and bruises as best they could with the time they were allotted. Eyes watching the dazed expression that rested on his lips.

Had he been fully awake he would have attacked them, using tooth and nail as he best as he could, but here he was in a weakened state. Standing as best as he could as they pulled him out of the showers, toweled him down and clothed him. Staring at his baffled countenance they couldn't help but poke fun at him; considering this was one of the only times they were able to 'handle' the male in their arms. But there was little time for that as they pulled the tranquilizer out of him neck and hauled him to Cyril's chamber. A nurse had come moments ago to eye the other, not saying much more than that 'he'd be having a new roommate for a short time'. That was all he said as the white haired male was escorted over, his eyes glazed over due to the sedatives still in his system. The male pointed at the grappled man "This is Bakuya. He will be living with you for sometime" and with that the door was swung open and the male was pushed in. His body giving into gravity as the staff backed off, his steely eyes staring back and forth before looking at the other in the cell. Another one to be with? He thought, not entirely there yet. It would take at least a few more minutes before he could get his barrings and his mobility up to snuff.

"Be good you two" the nurse spoke before walking off, his job down for the time being. The two men that had hauled Bakuya in here would simply watch how he reacted for the next few minutes before walking off to see how they were tending to his cell. The only reason he was being placed with another was because of the lack of 'rooms' at the moment, they had gotten an unruly influx lately and had to double up several of their stable boys with others, but this was something new. Considering they had dropped one of their severely unstable individuals with Cyril. What would ensue next, wouldn't be something many others would have excepted to happen had they put two suitable individuals together.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 3:21 pm

The red-head was minding his own business-really! He wasn't doing a damned thing. Jesus just hated him, he supposed.
Why did he come to this conclusion, you ask? Well. They had given him a roommate. A freakin' roommate. Did they think he needed to be socialized? Like a dog that had been locked away, on the verge of being euthanized with only a slim hope for adoption? Goddammit, these people. Gargh. They were all buffers. He hated them all.

Seeing them haul a man down the hall-towards his bedroom-Cyril swiveled on the couch, his eyes going wide. "What-?!" No, no no no no. This wouldn't do. He couldn't have a roommate. He had the two beds in his room perfectly aligned; his sheets were folded nicely. His desk was square against the wall-hell! He even brought someone in to adjust the blinders in his window because they weren't even. His clothes were neatly stacked in their drawers, and having a roommate that put his shit everywhere didn't suit his lifestyle at all. Now he'd have to come up with a system; some sort of order that would keep that little shitball out of his stuff.
Cyril was once a social butterfly, with only a few odd quirks that resulted from his OCPD. Now, after being confined and stifled for so long, the only thing he had left was his OCPD, and every other disorder or misalignment he suffered from. No one to keep him company but his ailments, the ones the medicine couldn't touch, couldn't cure.

"Hey-" He stood up, scrambling down the hall and slipping on the waxed floors. Was this supposed to be a defense mechanism against escaping or unruly patients? He bumped into the wall, but this didn't slow him down. He simply charged forward, resembling something of a cartoon to passersby.
The lithe boy growled, watching the aides take their leave, and started into his room. His fingers clenched the doorjamb as he eyed the newcomer suspiciously. No, not newcomer. Invader.

Buyuki? Boyko? Er, what did they say his name was?
"...fuck." He huffed, running a hand through his hair and looking around. Anyone have a smoke-? No?

Alrighty then. Another displeased grumble, and he walked into his room-not their room, it was still his room, no matter what anyone said-before giving the Invader a once over. "...that's my bed." Oh, Johnny Depp, give me strength.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 3:40 pm

Everything had been a blur for him when he had been dragged around, after all- he had just wanted a bit of rest and here he was in another cell. Blinking somewhat confused, he glanced up at the read head that was staring him down like he was an abomination. It wasn't his decision, he would have never agreed to this as he raised his hands. Nose taking in the scent of soap; for a moment he just smelled himself before wrinkling his nose in disgust. He wasn't that sort of being, he liked bloodshed and gore- he liked gusts and organs resting his hands and the crimson liquid staining his body heavily, but here he was clean. The initial shock had already sent him into a rather bad mood, but to top that off- he wasn't even in his room. He was in someone elses and admittedly the other had more than he had in h is room. For he, there was only his two beds; nothing else because they didn't dare give him something to use as a weapon, it didn't matter though. They had forgotten to file down his nails, he still had his teeth and the sedative was wearing off quickly now.

Shuffling his feet some, he stared up at other. Silver eyes holding a blood thirsty glint to them. He wasn't even standing yet, in his 'pouncing' position and he was already feeling the hunger that rose in his body every time he was close to another human. Flicking his tongue forward he let the slippery appendage dance across his lips as he pressed his hands to the ground. Pushing himself upward so the other could see the clear difference in height. Bakuya wasn't as sort as others would have excepted him to be, he was nearly six feet, but without a ruler- no one would know. His steely eyes rested on the other in an ominous way, stating nothing while his mind unwound to his surroundings. Taking in the desk and the drawers, surely he could find something interesting in them, right? The thought seemed to enlighten him a little, but not very much as he went to stare at the other. One could deem silence to be one of his factors, he rarely spoke and simply let his actions do the talking; when he did speak- most where either terrified or near death. It was just how he worked, scanning the other's body as he stood; he took a step closer to the other. His clean countenance betraying the darkness that rested within it.

He didn't know the other's name, not that it matter to him. He'd think something up for the other as he eyed him up and down- for a moment it looked like he was checking him out like any man would do a woman, but it seemed there was much more behind that. "Red" he spoke simply, his voice rough from the lack of use while it rested in a soft yet weak whisper. For this, very few were able to hear him when he spoke, but that would be overlooked when the male would wail at night. Keeping anyone else awake when he himself couldn't drift off into sleep. The myriad of disorders and chaos that lined him was something that hadn't even been fully looked into. The only thing was that good from the perspective of others was that, he hadn't gotten anything close to 'kleptomania' then again, he didn't see the value in many things; so it would have seemed like an unlikely thing for his to adopt in his own state of mind. Clicking his tongue after a moment, he turned to eye the other's bed. Mischievous- ah yes he was. Something many cursed, tell him boundaries and he'd go through them in a blink of an eye. Not caring about the consequences as he turned away from the other and made for his bed, as if to make it his; but it was more like he was simply going to observe it.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 3:56 pm

He saw the predator within, looming behind those odd eyes, and the way the other man crouched. He wasn't an idiot; he knew when he should take things down a notch. With a sigh, he said, more evenly, "Look, kiddo, this is my bedroom. Not ours, it's mine, so if...boy, do not give me the evil eye. You've no idea what the hell-h-hey!"
The last word was a rather immasculine squeak. The boy chirped, closing the door so no freaky patient could mosey on by and take a gander at his things, before scrambling forward and standing in the way of the Invader getting to his bed. The red-head set his jaw, and pointed to the bed he was currently guarding. "My bed. Me. I sleep here, alright, Captain?" Cyril jabbed his finger at the bed the Invader was crouching on a moment before, and said sternly, "That's your bed. My bed-" He pointed. "-your bed." He pointed again. "Mine. Yours. Okay? Okay."

It was like talking to a two year old. He ran a hand through his hair, huffing and eyeing the Invader with much disdain. Instinctively, as he did whenever something probed at his nerves, his tongue ran to the inside of his lips, expecting to run over the two little barbells there.
Nothing. Goddamn piercing Nazis. Cyril sat down on his bed, staring up at the Invader with a bit of contempt, but he seemed to be calming down, his anger redirected somewhere else. He couldn't change this: he wasn't happy with it, but whining wasn't going to make this disappear. It wasn't the Invader he was angry at...it was The Man. And by 'The Man' he means the asylum staff.
Goddamn piercing Nazis, they were.

Cyril scratched his head, peering around the other boy's legs to see if any of his belongings had been brought with him. Uhhh. Nope. Didn't seem like it. He looked nice, though. All freshly bathed and clean. Had this been any other time, Cyril would've went to request an escort so he could bathe himself, being the neat freak he was, but he wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of leaving this ruffian alone with his immaculate room.
So. He sat there. Awkward.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 4:20 pm

Human etiquette was something he had lost some time ago. Not that he cared about that as he watched the other as he started to protect his territory. Flickering his eyes back and forth between the other hand his bed, he let a simple yet dark smile lace up on his lips. If the other acted this way with his bed, then he'd enjoy ruffling the other's feathers when it came to other things. But his body wouldn't allow him to do that as he produced a hushed yawn, his eyes drooping some. He hadn't slept last night, it was easily seen by the rest that streaked across the white of his eyes. They had dragged him off after he had fallen asleep before tossing him in here. With a shift of expression, he licked his lips; the words of the other simply washing over his head. Now that the weariness he had felt before was dawning upon him, he felt it was best to simply rest. Whether to regain energy or to see what the other would do once he rested on 'his' bed and simply laid their trying to fall asleep. Turning away from the other, he showed no motion that he had been listening to the other when he had started to go off the handle at the his actions. It didn't matter or register with him as he scooted over.

Fingers pressing into the bed with a slight curiosity before he hauled his body onto it. Back resting against the wall at an angle as he turned to eye the other through his fallen and wispy locks. They had done a good job at drying him, even getting his long locks so that they wouldn't cling to his body in an unruly manner, obviously they knew how to handle him and make him somewhat appealing to Cyril. Resting were he was as he watched the other for a minute, one could see that he was slowly drifting off- to the point that in fact he had. The only thing that the other probably hadn't learned was that the tall white haired male was a very light sleeper and could easily fake it once he was woken up; it had simply been luck that the guards had gotten to him without waking him up. That and the fact that the male had stayed up last night screaming and wail about things that didn't frankly make sense. Whether it was in his dreams or he could really see them was hard to tell- considering the make would spout about demons and angels at times as if he was a preacher ready to punish those under him for sinning. It was all rather interesting but it easily rested on the nerves of others to the point that they needed to change the nurse that 'watched' him every day or so, just to keep them intact for the other work they did.

For now he would simply rest were he positioned himself then possibly get up if the other really went off for a shower. With that, he'd have a bit of fun~
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 6:16 pm

Atleast the guy knew his place.

The man that had the audacity to approach his bed-as if he were going to lay on it!-finally retreated, and for that, Cyril was grateful. He murmured a 'thanks' below his breath, sinking back onto his bed and running a hand through auburn locks. Interesting.
...maybe this could work out. He seemed quiet. Unstable, but quiet. He seemed tired, though, so perhaps the peace wouldn't last as long as he hoped.
His roommate looked like tough shit, but to be honest, Cyril was sure he was talk. Even still, he hasn't been in a situation he couldn't talk his way out of.

Whether he actually compromised well or literally talked his opponents ear off was another story.

After a few minutes, the boy became restless, as he usually does, and started over to his desk, rifling through the papers. He seemed to have found what he was looking for-an enveloped, but it was empty-and gave the other man's sleeping form a once over.
Aww. He was sleeping; what's the worst he could do?
Cyril shrugged it off, certain he would be back in time before the Invader could cause any serious damage anyway, and tip-toed out the door, closing it behind him.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 6:38 pm

Indeed. It seemed he was sleeping fine for as long as the other didn't make to much noise, but the moment he heard the other leave the room. Even with the light steps, he could hear everything in his slumbering state. For a moment he just rested there, in case the other would come back in- then he slowly slid to a sitting position. Eyes blinking sleepily, but that wouldn't matter. He was up again, the creak of the door waking him specifically from his slumber. Without much thought he made for the other's dresser and started to look through it curiously, not caring so much about putting the things back in order- thought he did shove them back into the other's dresser. About as good as he could he get at times.

The red that streaked in his eyes was getting worse as he stayed up, moving to and fro around the room. Creating chaos as he went, he wasn't one for cleanliness- the other would have to learn that as he grappled with his things and tried to put them back as he best as he could be sitting on his bed. There was no such things as privacy to him, after all he had lost all his. Licking his lips in a satisfied manner he slowly laid down so that he was resting in the other's bed. Hell he'd figure out what he did, why not just sock it all to him by invading his space even more? Laying down he slowly fell asleep on the other's bed, albeit he was resting backwards, his feet towards the other's pillow. What would the other say about this?
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 6:59 pm

By the time the Invader awoke, Cyril was already arguing with one of the nurses on call, who refused to give him a male staff member to monitor him while he bathed. Aww, come on, toots, live a little. Break the rules.
She said she would not be held accountable for him molesting anyone, and he called her a whore. She threatened to have him put in the Quiet Room, and he commented on what a lovely shirt she was wearing.

Once he returned, however, his hair wet and darker than before, he seemed alot less tense. He didn't see anything amiss, and started over to his dresser to fish around for some...pajama...pants...waitasecond. His sweat pants were supposed to be on the left side of his drawer.
And...and...
Ohlord. He turned around, his eyes going wide at the mess he was left with. He squeaked, and bit his knuckle in PURE TERROR OHLAWD.

And then his eyes fell on the greatest injustice of all. The Invader. On his bed. His bed. Awhellzno. Very carefully and quietly, Cyril stretched out beside the man, and put his mouth next to his ear before cooing, "...good sleep, love?"
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 7:04 pm

The other didn't know did he? He was already awake, simply waiting to hear an answer from the other. With the other's lips so close to his ears, he could depict exactly where he was and with that he turned swiftly on his side so that he could fall atop the other, even if he missed he'd be grappling with the other's body either way. One could see this as a playful thing, but when it came to Bakuya. That meant he didn't exactly like you, maybe it was just how he was adjusting. His eyes stared at the other- the red still lingered within his orbs as he tried his best to latch onto the other. It wouldn't be too much of a trouble, right? After all they were both clean and the other didn't mind thing like that. He just needed to be ready to be on his feet at anytime. After all the little insomniac he had just been handed as a roommate had the knack with keeping a whole line of cells awake with how he was.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 7:11 pm

Cyril peeped when there was someone suddenly on top of him, and found himself a bit...er, pinned. He blinked, and squirmed a tad, quirking a brow.
"...well gee." He smirked, almost amused. "Frisky, aren't we? If you wanted to get into my pants, just say so." Harr.
The red-head soon discovered that the other man wasn't kidding, however, and instinctively let his body relax, as to let the Invader know he meant no harm. Even if he was relaxed, though, something defensive flickered in his dark gaze that said he wouldn't be afraid to fight back if need be.

What I find most interesting about the two roommates are their eyes: Bakuya, who is rather dark and foreboding, has the light eyes, and Cyril, the audacious but friendly loud-mouth, has nearly black ones, that contrast greatly with his hair.
Interesting.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 7:20 pm

His eyes rested on the other; his mind didn't always flicker to the more pleasing things in life. Especially when he was like this, he simply stared down at the man he had pinned, already being a hand full. Had he been a dog at such close quarters he would have started to lick the other's face, but it seemed only one thing worked on him well. Blood. With that in mind he shifted slowly, feeling the relaxed body under him, slowly he pricked his teeth into the side of the other's neck to open a vein and started to drink. This seemingly small gesture was enough to sedate him better than any form of tranquilizer, so much so- it seemed that after a few mouthfuls he had collapsed against the other's body. He didn't frankly care if the other would play around with his body, after all others had tried, he had simply gotten them back and reduced them to bloody pulps. That was how he worked.


ooc: Haha. I used to have a redhead named Blaze who was an asylum character, he used to be a patient, but now when I play him he's a doctor. XD Maybe I should bring him in.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 7:40 pm

OoC;;
XDD Cyril loves other red-heads. He'll start a cult! 8D



BiC;;
Cyril stared up at him, quirking a brow. What the hell-well, atleast he talked enough for the both of them. When the Invader started resting his forehead against his, his brows furrowed in confusion. Then he was starting towards his neck, and Cyril began to squirm.
"He-hey, wha-" Then the Invader's teeth sunk into his neck, and the red-head literally yipped. His toes curled, and his eyes squeezed shut, but he forced himself to keep calm, to not panic, because that would just increase the blood flow.
When the body finally collapsed on top of him, he was...to say the least, confused, if not a little miffed. The boy huffed, and wriggled.

Finally, he went still.

After about five minutes, just laying there, some of his body parts began to prickle and go numb.
Seven minutes. He couldn't resist; he brushed hair off the other man's temple, but that was it. No more touching. He could be a good boy, when the time called for it.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 7:47 pm

It was good that the other was being nice and obedient as he had the rough male atop him. This would be a fruitful gesture, the male flickering awake after a ten minute duration of simply laying there atop the other. His eyes turned down towards the other under him, palms planting themselves at either side of the other as he slowly rose. "mmm" he spoke softly as if half awake as he stared down at the other under him as he rose to his height, whipping his eyes he made it to his own bed and curled up on the mattress. Not paying attention to the other as his body finally went limp. He would rest for at least five hours after all this, maybe a little more if the other was lucky, but for now it seemed he'd be out of the other's hair for a little.

ooc: That means I'd be apart of it. I'm a redhead XD
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:04 pm

OoC;; My mom's a red head. I'm sorta...blonde...ish brown. >.>;;

BiC;;

He stared up at him, not judging, not angry just...sort of...curious. Placid. Peaceful. He had grown used to the warmth, but it was gone in a matter of minutes, replaced with a wave of bitter cold and...numbness. Aw, dammit.
His neck was a bit tender where he had been bitten, but other than that, he was fine, and was on his feet soon after.

He began to quietly pick up his room. He refolded the laundry. Organized his desk. Made the bed. Requested new sheets for his bed and pillow...well, after all, there were blood stains at the food of his bed and there had been feet-a stranger's feet, no less-on his pillow!
By the time everything was back to his liking, it was beginning to get dark. He closed the blinds, yawning, and shimmied down under his sheets.

He had thrown a blanket over the Invader. Just thought I'd mention that.
It was cold at night here. Everything was so cold.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:11 pm

He rested for sometime where he was before slowly stirring, feeling the blanket embracing himself. Slowly he sat up to look around, everything was quiet and his roommate had just gone to sleep or had been resting for sometime. He wasn't even sure as he turned to eye the slumbering male- he liked companions, though he wouldn't admit it as he slowly rose from his bed and scurried over to the other's. Looking down at him from the side before shimming under the other's covers and laying himself atop him. The way the other had been submissive to him had won him brownie points or in this case. He wouldn't be killed swiftly in his sleep instead he'd be having a visitor resting directly atop him. This was better than the alternative as he heated up the other's body with his own as he clung to the other's limps. It had been a long time since he had become fond of anyone, let alone showed any affection to the others here; not seeing any worth in them, but it seemed he was starting to like the other. Hence he was gaining value with him. Whether this was bad or good would only be determined by what would happen later, for now it seemed fine as he buried his face in the back of the other's neck and drifted off to sleep again. A rare thing for the insomniac.

ooc: Me and one of my sisters are redheads.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:26 pm

OoC;; Ahh. :3

BiC;;


Cyril was sleeping quite soundly there, laying on his stomach and sighing contently in his sleep. Then, he couldn't seem to breath.
He struggled for a moment, his eyes wide. What was this? What the hell? Why-
...oh. He took a deep breath, discovering that his lungs weren't collapsing, it was just alot of pressure on his back!
...wait.

He turned his head slightly at the foreign feeling of someone nuzzling into his neck. He'd cuddled before, sure, but not in a long, long time. He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing as his brows furrowed, intent on the Invader's sleeping face.
He didn't seem to want to move. After a bit, Cyril sighed, resting his cheek back against his pillow and closing his eyes. This wasn't so bad.
He'd try and talk to the other man in the morning.

Speaking of which, when the sun rose, it's safe to say the two men were in pretty much the same position as before. Which was weird. Why didn't the night guard do anything to stop this?
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:31 pm

The other's movement hadn't stirred him in the least as he rested atop him. Enjoying himself, especially considering he was able to sleep longer than 5 hours a night or day. Otherwise he would have been up wailing loudly and making the whole lot here cranky. That was probably the main reason why the guard hadn't even dared, it was for once fairly quiet in the asylum; something they were grateful for. Nuzzling into the other more, it seemed he wouldn't be moving for sometime unless the other woke him up. Even with being sound sensitive, it seemed most movements that didn't shake him crazily didn't wake him up. A rather good thing for the other as he rested there, the light pouring into the room after sometime through the other's blinds. He didn't like light that much and simply pressed his face into the other's neck a bit more, nuzzling it in a sense that he was awake. Not entirely awake, but getting there slowly.

ooc: Yup, genes for you.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:36 pm

Cyril was soon awake, and found an odd source of pressed against him. He huffed a tad, groaning and pressing his face into the pillow. Was he high?
Oh. Guess not. The red-head turned his face to gaze up at the man above him, and quirked a brow. Did he just dream the whole asylum thing? Where was he last night?

...nowait. Still in the asylum. With a sigh, he pressed his face back into the pillow, murmuring, "No, it's fine, really. Just use me as your own personal mattress. Seriously. It's not like my limbs need the blood flow or anything. As long as you're freakin' comfortable, don't mind me."
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:41 pm

Not the smartest of guys now was he? Slowly opening his eyes, one would see that like some other individuals who had eyes that changed with their mood, he had the same- though they were admitted very disturbing for others. For now he lingered with his silvery eyes, the orbs glance down at the other. With that remark it simply made him not want to get off the other as he rested there. His tongue rolling over the back of the other's neck as if to say that he'd be making another mark on the other's body just so he could have a nice drink. He made no noise as his lips connected with the other's spine and slight graze of his teeth followed. It was a bad place to receive blood, especially considering he fact that it could easily paralyzed someone if done wrong. He was testing the other now, seeing if he would freak out from the place he was choosing this time. If he overreacted he would do it, if not he'd slowly get off the other as if pleased with his endeavor. It all depended on the other.


ooc: Haha I like Cyril.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptySun Dec 21, 2008 8:47 pm

OoC;; He's a spazz, I love it. x3


Cyril was grumbling again, about to protest when he felt a tongue loll across his skin and gasped from the sensation. He bit his lip, keeping still and trying not to disturb the other man too much. He couldn't help the way his toes curled, however, and the light moan he had to stifle. The neck, obviously, was one of the erogenous zones of the body, and it was especially sensitive to Cyril. The lick on the spine, however, was unexpected.
Not necessarily unwanted, however.
He stayed still, knowing when to keep his face shut while under an unstable whackjob.

Which was 50% of the people in the asylum. The redhead melted into the mattress below him and sighed, contemplating this situation. Did...did this kid think he was a vampire-?
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptyMon Dec 22, 2008 3:36 pm

His eyes rested on the other after the initial lick and graze, simply waiting for a reaction. He seemed to wait up to two minutes before licking the other's neck again, placing a few kisses up Cryil's neck before letting his lips rest beside the other's ear. "Mmm... morning" he said, his word simple enough to be a compliment to the other. He wasn't like his last roommate which jumped at anything he did, after all the other was afraid of everything and it had been taken a little too far. To the point the other had started to cleanse himself with the soap by eating it and such; it was a little odd even to him, but he had disposed of that problem personally. Slowly he let his hands rub against the others side as he slid off him, knees hitting the floor with a soft thud- his arms around the other's waist. He stayed like that for a minute before pulling himself up, eyes blinking wildly from the light. He hated mornings, especially considering he didn't like having light in his eyes; that would be one of the reasons he slept through the day. That was if he could. With a slight stretch, he turned to eye the other- silvery orbs looking over the redhead. He could make the other's life a complete hell, but it seemed he had a bit of pity for him now; not that much but it was something as he slowly turned and scooted over to his bed. Pulling his body under the covers as if saying he'd be going back to sleep.

Everything grew silent for a moment before he poked his head out- eyes blinking wildly at the light as he stared at the other. Wondering what he would do today, he just stared from under the cover, not feeling like moving now. No red in the white of his eyes as he rested. He wanted to partake in more of the other's features like what he looked like, but he hadn't been doing such a thing last night when he shimmed over to the other's bed for some rest. Would he change his linens again? Not that it matter to him as he dug his nails into his mattress before pulling back under the cover like some sort of turtle. His nails just clinging into the sheets, marking them up as he drew back in. He seemed odd enough, but this was just how he was when he had a good nights sleep. Energetic but not exactly sure how to use it. For a few minutes he just stayed in there before pulling his body out; mind reeling as he took a seat at the other's desk. Eyes scanning the area as if looking for something.

Without much thought he grabbed one of the other's blank papers and a pen and started to draw. Not exactly a Picasso he started to simply draw a few stick figures to occupy himself. He felt at the same time rather awkward considering he didn't know what to do and at the same timer just unsure of things. Though it seemed the distraction of drawing was just something he was into, though for once it wouldn't be pentagrams and words scrolled across his cell in blood; it would be something a little less gory and a little easier to understand or clean up. After all, it was a pen and paper.

ooc: So do I~ <3
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PostSubject: Re: Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela]   Your Heart Is My Pinata [Corrupted/Tariiela] EmptyMon Dec 22, 2008 8:25 pm

Cyril quirked a brow, turning his head slightly to gaze at the other man. Um. Okay? Weirdo.
He had grown used to the instability of the patients around here enough to know when to stay still and calm down: He was especially glad he applied this lesson a few moments ago, as he had an inkling that he could've ended up as bloody shreds on the floor. Irk.
He sat up, glancing over at his roommate curiously as the other snuggled under his sheets, and rubbed his neck self-consciously, as memories of the previous night rushed back. The red-head was sure he had some mental problems, but he wasn't on the same level as this whackjob he was bunkin' with.

Still, he decided it was best not to say anything incriminating, and strode over to his dresser without a word. With his back turned to the other man, he changed his shirt and pants, looking in the mirror and running a hand through audacious auburn locks.
Cyril glanced down at himself and grimaced, not liking the palette chosen for the clothes at all. Now, if they would let HIM design it, maybe it would be a tad more tolerable-wait, what-
"What're you doing?" It was barely a peep. The red-head had turned, gaping at the scene before him. Here the Invader was...going through HIS stuff. He huffed, pulling at his collar irritably and sniffing. "...er, just try and not to use too much paper. I...only get so much."
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