Welcome to Wonderland, Dearie~ (5/5) (Mature)

Robyn just watched, wishing they'd take the man away quicker. She may have issues herself, but it was obvious they weren't planning to hurt him.

Outbursts like this were a nuisance, no matter who they came from.

Another guard, a tall burly fellow, ran into the room and noticed the empty cup on the table. "The Hatter hasn't drank the tea," he spoke through a small communication device on his ear. "I repeat, he hasn't drank the tea." He received a response, but only the guards knew what that response was. Suddenly he advanced towards Damon and pulled him away from the guards who had hold of Aloysuis. He pulled something out of a small pouch on his thigh while struggling to detain Damon, but he successfully injected a sedative into the Hatter's neck, keeping a firm grip on him. "Go." he ordered the other two guards. "Get him out of here."
They dragged Aloysius out of the room, trying their best to ignore his pained screams.

"I'm aware that I'm no better than any of you," Robyn replies, "I just can't believe you all refuse to accept that we're caged,"

She pauses, thinking about her next words.

"Almost like a bird with clipped wings," She mumbles, "There's always a chance we could fly again, though. It's all a matter of pretending you forgot how, long enough that a chance to fly arises,"

"That didn't sound right at all," Dinah chimes.

"Shut up, you've not even a body. I wonder where you learned to talk so!" Robyn quietly hisses, nails digging into the palms of her hands.

Robyn looks at Dum, furrowing her brows.

"How long have you been here, if you don't mind my asking?" She says, any hint of hostility dropping from her voice.

If it were up to Robyn, she wouldn't be here too long. Unlikely as escape was, she sure as hell wasn't going to make friends here. She barely trusted the mice that could occasionally be seen scampering across the floor, minding their own business.

Robyn felt Marlowe's gaze, but paid her no mind. If Marlowe had wanted her attention, she most likely would've spoke.

Better to stop provoking people for the time being. I've done enough damage, she thought as she began humming a random tune to herself. So far, it seemed everybody here acted on an impulse.

They injected a weak sedative into Aloysius' body, and quickly left the room. As the drug kicked in, the trembling started to die down, but the tears didn't stop falling. His shoulder was still dislocated, he was still having hallucinations, but what Aloysius knew for sure was that Damon lay unconscious next to him. He crawled over to him, trying to ignore the shadows in the room as he gently shook Damon's body. "Hey.. Hey Damon.." he whispered, his voice cracking through the tears. "Wake up.. Please.. I need you.."

Robyn spared a few seconds to watch the sisters before returning to her mind. Sometimes, it was like a maze. A maze of endless questions and impossible things. Robyn believed a lot of impossible things. For example; if she didn't believe it could be true, she would've never had hallucinations of the grinning cat which was currently inked into her skin.

And then there were the questions, the questions that made her feel as though she had a purpose among other people. If she wasn't asking the questions, what else would she be doing? Receiving one answer made her ask more, and so she would ask and ask and ask until she couldn't ask because asking for more had become too much.

Then she thought of a question she could ask, but most likely never would. After all, some answers are never of use.

The tears kept falling unwillingly down Aloysius' cheeks as he sobbed in Damon's arms. The two of them stayed like that for a while until eventually the tears stopped flowing, and a solemn, neutral expression rested on Aloysius' face. "Are you okay?" he asked meekly, coughing a little from the dryness of his throat. "I'm sorry for being so weak, you shouldn't have to put up with it."

(Yeah I get what you mean, I like them too!!)

A cry of pain flew out of Aloysius' lips when Damon popped his shoulder back into place. It felt good to feel the pain, it meant he wasn't completely gone. "Thank you." he wheezed, then scanned the room they had been moved to. It wasn't at all as pleasant as their normal rooms, very grey, no life. "Do you think we can go back now? I don't want to stay here.."

"I don't remember that..I wish I could." Aloysius whispered, curling up against Damon's body. "What time is it? Hell, what day is it?" And possibly the most important question that Aloysius didn't want to ask, was why were they there in the first place. Each time his mind crumbled, he seemed to forget the reason they were in the asylum in the first place. It would come back to him sooner or later, but that didn't mean anything when the panic had already settled in.

An hour had passed since he had last smoked, and they hadn't brought the other one already? Aloysius shot upright, wincing a little from the pain in his shoulder, and stared at Damon with wide eyes. "They're late! Oh my god they're bloody late.." He ran his hands through his hair, gripping large clumps in his fists while he paced about the room. "I swear if they do not bring it in the next two minutes I am going to find a way out of this room and slaughter them myself."

For Robyn, dinner was the most unpleasant meal of the day. Not only was it bland, but her hallucinations often accompanied the food. Even before the asylum she barely ate, but upon seeing the food served here she planned to starve herself. If she couldn't get out alive, death was the next best thing.

Robyn sure as hell wasn't going to eat with a corpse or carnivorous plant with a human face watching her-definitely not the stupid cat either. At first, she'd adored the striped creature, but then it began speaking, like most other things she'd previously adored.

The first few bites of her meal were slow and drawn out as she waited for the slightest shift in her vision. Sometimes things became distorted, other times far too colorful, and occasionally she'd end up in the twisted version of a place she'd almost forgotten.

At breakfast, it had been her room, except she was a doll in the dollhouse she had adored so much as a child. Around lunch, everything became far too saturated with colors she couldn't even name and Dinah began acting up more violently than usual.

Surely, she thought, dinner's scene must be interesting.

As soon as the tray was in Aloysius' reach, he made a beeline for one of the joints and the lighter. He lit it eagerly, his hands shaking a little, but a few seconds after the first drag everything went away. The shadows in the room melted back into the walls, the music in his head stopped playing, and everything just looked, well, ordinary. A content smile lit up Aloysius' face. "I'm not hungry, you can have mine if you want."