KyaKonami
Star
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2013
Harley swore under her breath, pulling the knife from her combat boot. She had a bad feeling about coming here, to this Insane Asylum. It had felt like a creepy idea, sending a bunch of upper high school students on a trip here. Hell, not like she was missing a few screws. And now, here they were, trapped in a riot. She'd fled the danger of the main hall, down into a wing they called the green wing, where safer patients were kept. Maybe, if she could get down in here, she'd be safer. The security was mostly dead or trying to help get the doors back off lockdown. Some loon had smashed the system up after unlocking the doors.
Jacobi stepped over the body of the now dead female doctor, having strangled her to death. His weight easily overpowered her. No, he hadn't helped start the riot, but he was going to enjoy his time out. Not like he would have ever been released for a long while anyways. Now, to find some clothes. He didn't want to stay in this crap they had put him in since he arrived here two years ago. Picking up the scalpel off of the floor, he stuffed it in his pocket before moving on. He finally found a dead man that luckily didn't have blood on his pants and under shirt. Removing them, he slid out of his asylum uniform and into the dark black pants and a nice button down shirt. "Perfect. Now, where are those lovely students.." he mused, leaving the room and heading down the hallway. He could pretend to be one of them, find himself a pretty little lady or two, and have some fun with them. Though granted, his type of fun wasn't their type. He didn't understand why, then again, he'd never understood people very much. Emotions were a waste. He could get a woman easily, and all he had to do was say a few nice things. Then again, his good looks helped in that too. He was a complete narcissist.
Jacobi stepped over the body of the now dead female doctor, having strangled her to death. His weight easily overpowered her. No, he hadn't helped start the riot, but he was going to enjoy his time out. Not like he would have ever been released for a long while anyways. Now, to find some clothes. He didn't want to stay in this crap they had put him in since he arrived here two years ago. Picking up the scalpel off of the floor, he stuffed it in his pocket before moving on. He finally found a dead man that luckily didn't have blood on his pants and under shirt. Removing them, he slid out of his asylum uniform and into the dark black pants and a nice button down shirt. "Perfect. Now, where are those lovely students.." he mused, leaving the room and heading down the hallway. He could pretend to be one of them, find himself a pretty little lady or two, and have some fun with them. Though granted, his type of fun wasn't their type. He didn't understand why, then again, he'd never understood people very much. Emotions were a waste. He could get a woman easily, and all he had to do was say a few nice things. Then again, his good looks helped in that too. He was a complete narcissist.