*An antique triplane crashes in the asylum garden, the pilot exiting just before landing via an ejector-seat-that-really-shouldn't-be-a-plane-that-old and landing just in front of the door*
*An antique triplane crashes in the asylum garden, the pilot exiting just before landing via an ejector-seat-that-really-shouldn't-be-a-plane-that-old and landing just in front of the door*
*The pilot starts knocking loudly on the door whilst singing Auld Lang Syne*
Hmm... I'm not insane, but I know someone who is...
*six Minecraft sheep approach the entrance. A purple sheep leads, while four orange sheep carry a very angry orange sheep, one sheep holding each of his legs*
*the sheep being carried is screaming* "I'M NOT INSANE! LET ME GO!!"
*An antique triplane crashes in the asylum garden, the pilot exiting just before landing via an ejector-seat-that-really-shouldn't-be-a-plane-that-old and landing just in front of the door*
*The pilot starts knocking loudly on the door whilst singing Auld Lang Syne*
*seeing that there's already someone at the door, the sheep procession from my last post stops to wait their turn*
*The pilot starts knocking loudly on the door whilst singing Auld Lang Syne*
*seeing that there's already someone at the door, the sheep procession from my last post stops to wait their turn*
A unusally lean figure wearing a plain grey uniform bearing a faded logo continues to sweep the abandon hallways, avoiding eye contact as a tall man dressed in a fine pressed maroon suit passes by. He elbows his friend, a rather buff gentleman, to resume his task of wiping away stains from the tiled floor.
The apathetic footsteps echoed throughout the building, reminding those who remain who was truly in charge. Adjusting his tie, the Man in Maroon motions for two officers to restrain the sheep, making a passive comment on how unkept their wool had become.
Nurses flood the Garden, whilst a squad of officers asses the damage. The Man in Maroon shakes hands with the pilot, kindly offering his assistence. "I'm not much of an aviator myself, but I will do the best I can to help you out."
*seeing that there's already someone at the door, the sheep procession from my last post stops to wait their turn*
A unusally lean figure wearing a plain grey uniform bearing a faded logo continues to sweep the abandon hallways, avoiding eye contact as a tall man dressed in a fine pressed maroon suit passes by. He elbows his friend, a rather buff gentleman, to resume his task of wiping away stains from the tiled floor.
The apathetic footsteps echoed throughout the building, reminding those who remain who was truly in charge. Adjusting his tie, the Man in Maroon motions for two officers to restrain the sheep, making a passive comment on how unkept their wool had become.
Nurses flood the Garden, whilst a squad of officers asses the damage. The Man in Maroon shakes hands with the pilot, kindly offering his assistence. "I'm not much of an aviator myself, but I will do the best I can to help you out."
*the purple sheep nods* "Thank you, sir. Flame has just been too much trouble lately..." *she and the four sheep who were carrying Flame leave*
*Flame seems to not have heard the man's comment over the sound of his own voice. He proceeds to fight back against the two officers; they'll need some help...*
A unusally lean figure wearing a plain grey uniform bearing a faded logo continues to sweep the abandon hallways, avoiding eye contact as a tall man dressed in a fine pressed maroon suit passes by. He elbows his friend, a rather buff gentleman, to resume his task of wiping away stains from the tiled floor.
The apathetic footsteps echoed throughout the building, reminding those who remain who was truly in charge. Adjusting his tie, the Man in Maroon motions for two officers to restrain the sheep, making a passive comment on how unkept their wool had become.
Nurses flood the Garden, whilst a squad of officers asses the damage. The Man in Maroon shakes hands with the pilot, kindly offering his assistence. "I'm not much of an aviator myself, but I will do the best I can to help you out."
*the purple sheep nods* "Thank you, sir. Flame has just been too much trouble lately..." *she and the four sheep who were carrying Flame leave*
*Flame seems to not have heard the man's comment over the sound of his own voice. He proceeds to fight back against the two officers; they'll need some help...*
Seeing the two janitors silently carrying on their duties, the Man in Maroon throws them a stern eye, motioning his head back to the struggling officers.
Frozen for a moment out of fear for being called upon, the lean figure scrambles to Flame. Stumbling over the fallen broom, his friend follows, grabbing Flame's legs as the lean figure grabs Flame's arms. They carry Flame to a room comepletly sanitized in appearance. Nothing but clean white walls and a smooth barren floor welcomed the new patient.
The Man In Maroon taps the shoulder of the Purple Sheep. "Before you go, I must work with you on the necessary paperwork regarding your friend's...troubled mind. Follow me."
Guards shove the rest of the sheep forward, preventing them from leaving. They are lead to a rather mundane office, an unusal break from the eerie feeling of false security etched throughout the rest of the institution.
Calmly sitting down on his worn leathered chair, the Man In Maroon hands the sheep a stack of papers and a skillfully carved wooden pen. "Please, if you will fill out these forms to the best of your ability." He lifts an upturned pencil sharpener as he rises from his seat and performs a formal bow. "I'll return shortly." Nodding to his officers, he exits the room and returns to the Pilot.
