Asylum Lovers // Romance // One-on-One // V V Mature // CLOSED - STALKERS WELCOME

It's exactly as the title says but let me explain a little further.

Two people, stuck in an insane asylum, fall in love. Already off to a bad start. One, a murderer charged with 4 years in the asylum for the brutal murder and dismemberment of 6 people. The other, an arsonist charged with 6 years for the arson of 3 houses, burning the 11 people that lived in said homes. And now their cells are right next to each other. And they can talk to each other. Who allowed this to happen? Oh wait, I did.

Right, rules are the same as always for me (Response times should be relatively quick, swearing is always allowed, LGBT is loved and accepted, replies are at least 2 sentences, etc.) but I'm really excited about this one! Let's see what happens!

Can I join?

Please do!

Cool! So, is this LGBT or what? I’m fine with anything.

So, would you rather be the arsonist or the murderer?

Cool! So, is this LGBT or what? I’m fine with anything.

It can be if you want, I'm fine with everything.

Well… is a straight rp okay with you? I’m not the best at LGBT.

That's fine with me!

So, I ask again, would you rather be the arsonist or the murderer? (Never thought I'd ask that question but here we are!)

Cool! Do you have a template, or..

Give me a minute, I'll find one.

Alright!

Full Name:
Nickname:
Appearance:
Age:
Personality:
Blood Type (Don't ask, it's necessary):

Do you want to be male or female?

Erm, I'm better at females so I'll be the psycho girl
Do you have a preference on which character you play? Like, for the arsonist or the murderer?

Not really, no.

Then if you don't mind, I'll be the crazy murderer. Because it's easier for me to describe blood and death that way.

Cool! I’ll get my character up in a minute!

Awesome! It's actually getting late for me and I have school in the morning so I'll have mine up tomorrow cause I need sleep. Night!

It’s getting late here too so night!

Full Name: Draven Markline
Nickname: Dray
Appearance: Draven has messy inky black hair that grows every direction, and pale skin. His eyes are a piercing gray color, and seem to look into your soul. He is very attractive, and loves to tease people about it. He has a tattoo of fire running up his arm and onto his shoulder.
Age: idk
Personality: Draven is sarcastic, flirty and egotistical on the outside, but that's just a mask. He was broken as a child and hasn't recovered. He is sweet, once you get past his outer walls, and can be kind. He is super loyal. If you mess with him, you'll walk away with a few bruises, maybe a broken bone or two. If you mess with someone he loves, you may as well plan your funeral now. He doesn't take shit from anyone, and he hates it when people laugh at him for things. He doesn't trust easily, and hates people.
Blood Type: A?

Full Name: Ivy Larson
Nickname: Ives, Poison
Appearance: Ivy has this long flowing hair that is the brightest red you've ever seen. It reaches her mid-back and is constantly frizzy. Her almost translucently pale skin almost always has some kind of blood stain on it from from herself or someone else. She has these gorgeous Egyptian blue eyes that seem to be permanently bloodshot from insanity. She is covered in scars, her favorite being this particularly nasty one on the right side of her neck. She has no idea why, she just likes it. She's a beautiful girl with a gorgeous figure to go with it and she uses it to her advantage.
Age: 22
Personality: She is a crazy bitch. Clearly. She has a tendency to randomly burst out into maniacal laughter for no reason. Her outward appearance shows her to be a sarcastic, weird, childish, drama queen. Which she is. But underneath that, she's kind and caring, thoughtful and friendly. She's just scared. Once you break past her outer shell, you can meet the girl behind the mask.
Blood Type: B+

(Le poke)

(Sorry. Do you want me to start?)

(Sure!)

(Cool! Just give me a sec!)

Draven was bored. He had nothing to do, as he had burned all of his books, and here was no one to talk to. He was also annoyed. He had just heard from one of the guards that he would be moving cells. Apparently, he was “too dangerous” to be around anyone else.
His fists clenched as he remembered the guards finding his matches. Those perfect, pure pieces of wood and fuel, all gone in a matter of minutes. He banged his fist against the wall.
A guard came, smirking slightly. “Come on, fire boy,” she said.
Draven growled, and she smirked harder. “Careful, fire boy. You don’t want to go to the Punishment Chamber.”
Draven reluctantly let her cuff his hands together, and followed her to his new cell. It was bigger than his old one, and cleaner. He curled his lip in displeasure, glancing around. It was too bright, and truer was nothing, no loose plaster or broken pottery, to entertain him.
The guard saw his look and sneered. “Not up to your standards, Highness?”

Ivy had heard the news that morning and was not happy about it. This was her space. The most heavily guarded area that wasn't maximum security. She heard the guards coming down and peered out the bars, spotting another person in the same hospital gown-esque clothing she was in. And he was cute. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. All of a sudden, there was snapping in her face and she was brought out of her trance. It was Mariah, her guard. "Hey Peeping Tom, you'll have plenty of time to stare at him later, just leave him be for now." She huffed quietly, sinking back into the corner of her cell, struggling against the confines of her straightjacket once again.

Then, Draven noticed the girl. “You’re really putting me with other people?” He raised an eyebrow. “After what happened to Quamma?”
The guard rolled her eyes and shoved him in the cell. He held up his wrists. “I don’t even get these off? It’s almost as though you don’t trust me or something!”

"Get used to it! They don't trust anyone around here!" She called, giggling to herself. Mariah sighed. "Don't mind her. She hasn't had any company other than me for almost a year so safe to say, she's going to need some time to adjust to it."

“Shame,” Draven sighed at her remark. “I’m a very trustworthy person.” He observes the woman. She had bright red hair, and gorgeous eyes. She was very beautiful, but looked insane.
She night give you a run for your money, Dray, he found himself thinking l, before shoving the thought away.