Name/Alias: Jason (You see where Im getting at.)
Age: 21
Race: White
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Pic
Diseases/Disorders: PTSD,
Background or History (if any): Jason was taken to the hospital when it was discovered he had PTSD that was beyond repair. At a young age a murderer coincidentaly named Jason came in to kill him. Luckily the police came before the criminal could do major harm. But he has dreams of what actually would happen to him if the police didnt come in time. Its this that haunts him.

(Oh sorry I'm gonna add more onto the character sheet, maybe more things)

(Okai)

Name/Alias: Sarah
Age: 24
Race: White
Gender: Female
Physical Description: black hair, grey eyes, pale skin
Occupation (patient, doctor, guard, etc): Patient
Diseases/Disorders: Panic Disorder
Background or History (if any): Sarah started panicking at a early age, it wouldn't stop so she went to an asylum to get it figured out. She has been there for years and knows much.

Jason starts off sitting waiting for food.

Sarah sits in her room waiting for her meal. "Ah here it is." She said as the food tray appeared below the metal door.

"You already got you're food." he yells out

"Yeah, and its so good. Mmm so great." I take a bite. "But its still the equivalent to shit..."

"Their bloody starving me over here." he laughs

"I didn't even want to eat today, too late."

"I don't care." *he smiles.*

"Well then don't be a dick about it, gosh." She stuffs her mouth.

"Wow. rude." *he says jokingly.*

"I try my best, thanks."

*he laughs then lies down the floor.*

"You know there's beds right?" I look over at him. "Might not be the comfiest, but does a great job with sleep."

"I'm not tired. I just want some god damn food." *he kicks the door hard*

"Can't help you there pal." I sat on my bed.

*he gets angry and punches the small glass window in by accident.* "Get ready to see me get bashed." *he says half-jokingly.*

I look down the hall and see the person that hands out the food. "Calm the fuck down... the 'lifesavers' are here."

"I don't think that's food." *he says reassuringly.*

"Then what the hell is it?" I say peering closely.

"It's food." *he says tricking.*

"Dude... don't even." I lay down

*he smiles then sits down.* "I'm confused why they think they are allowed to starve us."

"They aren't the best when its comes to remembering to feed hundreds of hungry people... douchebags."

"I know right. Well I already broke the window. So we can either try and run or watch me get bashed up what would you prefer?"

"You won't get nowhere by running, trust me."

"Well, I'm gonna pass out in a couple of minutes, so have fun." *A guard walks in and hits him square in the head.*

"What the hell..." I watch closely in my room.

Name: Patrick Hadnagy
Age: 29
Race: Half Italian, Half British
Gender: see name
Desc: Trimmed beard, fairly muscular-lean build, white polo, black tie, baggy brown pants
Occupasyhun: Clerk/System Administrator
D/D: ADHD, Depression, Seafood allergies (not including fish)
Bckgrnd: Pat, in a rush to sustain himself, landed on a job for an asylum
He thinks it's not the best job, but it's the high roller one he wants.
# red, permission to post as an employee of the asylum?

(Its fine astig)
"Where are you taking him?" I look down at him dragging Jason down the hall.

*I continuously fade in and out of consciousness *

I walk around my room wondering where they took him. "Hmm, they could have taken him to... oh no they can't be..."

I regain consciousness for around 15 seconds.

"Have fun." I smile as I black out.

"Yeah... I won't." I say reassuringly.

I get strapped down on a seat for electroshock therapy. "I've done this before. Im used to this." I say to myself as I get repeatedly shocked.

"The electric chair... those monsters, they just have to pick on everybody."

They keep turning up the levels. "Window glass shards always do the trick." *I start cutting the straps with the glass from the broken window.*

"I can hear the shrieks from up here..." I say to myself. "Oh my god this is bad! What if he died!?" I start paniking.

I successfully cut the straps. "Stop I can't take it anymore." I say jokingly. They turn it up more. "I think you guys just suck at you're jobs." I say to them yet again jokingly. One of them is fed up and walks over to me. "Dumbass." I disarm him and break his leg.

"More screams... they never stop!"

I grab the keys of the guard without him knowing. "Just take me back to my cell please." I get knocked out again then thrown into my cell. In a bad state.

"What did they do!? Are you okay?" I say frantically.

"Im fine. They just gave me elctroshock therapy, you want to know what's good about it though?"

"What?" I asked.

"I got the keys."

"You got the fucking keys... this is great." I pause. "You wanna know something else?"

"What?"

"They are probably gonna kill us and we have to escape."