*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.
*Flame continues screaming for a few minutes until he realizes he's stuck here and alone. He proceeds to start doing laps around the room*
*the purple sheep follows him inside* "Yes, of course." *she fills out the paperwork*
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!!"
*The Leprechaun-in-chief's-uncle's-godmother's-sister-in-law, who was confined to the asylum some years ago, watches with interest from an armchair and zooms the LiC on her ipad to let him know of this development*
*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."
"Happy Halloween!" The slightly demented pilot shouts, addressing himself to the door rather than to the Man in Maroon. "I'm here for the hangliding course with complementary spa treatment?"
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."
"Happy Halloween!" The slightly demented pilot shouts, addressing himself to the door rather than to the Man in Maroon. "I'm here for the hangliding course with complementary spa treatment?"
The Man In Maroon stiffles a chuckle. "And I take it you wish to spend it with your family? You do have family, correct?"
Nurses clear the garden, removing any remains of the plane, along with all of the Pilot's belongings. Two of them light a few fruit scented candles in an attempt to disperse the awful gasoline fumes emitted from the Pilot's jacket.
"Happy Halloween!" The slightly demented pilot shouts, addressing himself to the door rather than to the Man in Maroon. "I'm here for the hangliding course with complementary spa treatment?"
The Man In Maroon stiffles a chuckle. "And I take it you wish to spend it with your family? You do have family, correct?"
Nurses clear the garden, removing any remains of the plane, along with all of the Pilot's belongings. Two of them light a few fruit scented candles in an attempt to disperse the awful gasoline fumes emitted from the Pilot's jacket.
"Yes, yes, they're supposed to meet me here...Geraldine gave me the booking information..." The pilot reaches sinside his jacket and produces a crumpled sheet of paper, which he holds out to the Man In Maroon in a way that suggests he is attemting to stuff it through a letterbox. Although it appears to be a spa booking form, closer examination reveals the reverse side of the sheet is completed paperwork for the confinement of "Henry Reginald Batterton IV" to the asylum.
The Man In Maroon stiffles a chuckle. "And I take it you wish to spend it with your family? You do have family, correct?"
Nurses clear the garden, removing any remains of the plane, along with all of the Pilot's belongings. Two of them light a few fruit scented candles in an attempt to disperse the awful gasoline fumes emitted from the Pilot's jacket.
"Yes, yes, they're supposed to meet me here...Geraldine gave me the booking information..." The pilot reaches sinside his jacket and produces a crumpled sheet of paper, which he holds out to the Man In Maroon in a way that suggests he is attemting to stuff it through a letterbox. Although it appears to be a spa booking form, closer examination reveals the reverse side of the sheet is completed paperwork for the confinement of "Henry Reginald Batterton IV" to the asylum.
Carrying on his facade of friendly compnay, the Man In Maroon slowly reaches out and takes the paper. Skimining over its contents while placing it in his front pocket. "All well and good."
Returning from Flame's room, two guards gruffly wipe away tufts of wool sticking to their eyelashes and uniforms. Clasping his hands in joy, the Man In Marron turns his head and beckons for them to join him, throwing them a hearty laugh to hide his scowling eyes. Shuffling to attention, the guards smile and begin acting as if they and the Pilot were old friends.
"Ah, who's this?"
"A new friend to share a good yarn with, that's who!"
They feign a laugh in unison and one of them pats the pilot on the back. The Man In Maroon nods, pleased with their response. "And that is why you'll show him to his one of a kind lodging."
"Of course!"
"Can't keep 'em waiting!"
Locking arms, they lift him up from the ground and carry him down a long corridor, chatting away on meaningless rabble to keep his spirits up. From the end of the hallway, the Man In Maroon watches, still wearing a huge grin. His cheerful voice echoes, "Remember, he's paid for the best room! Make it so!"
Trembling, a third janitor finds himself caught in the Man's stern gaze. He scurries onto the next hallway, tripping over his oversized shoes and spilling his small pail of cleaning solution.
Wiping a drop from the nametag, the Man In Maroon inspects it with pride, muttering to himself. "Dr. Elexander, at your service."
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jan 30, 2022 21:06:19 GMT
Passing by Flame's room, the fearful janitor is taken back by a loud thump. Standing on his tip toes, he sees that Flame has ran into the wall and was rearing up for another go until he is spotted by a guard. Looking down at his shoes, the janitor resumes walking as if nothing happened. The guard isn't easily fooled.
"Hey you!"
The janitor freezes, slightly vibrating as the pail he carries continues to rock back and forth.
"Keep sloshing that pail around and you'll flood the place! I've already had four guys almost break a leg slipping on your puddles. Vinny, did you hear me?"
Turning his head slightly, the Janitor bobs it up and down vigorously.
"Alright, go on ahead."
Taking a cautious step forward, the Janitor slowly quickens his pace and makes it to the cleaning room. Leaving the door open, he reaches for a new mop head. The two janitors from earlier enter, shaking their heads at him. Vinny scowls.
"I'm not doing it. I'm not going in there, nope!"
Standing upright and brushing his unkept locks to the right side of his head , one of the janitors mimicks the Man In Maroon. "And what if you recieved a whole month of Cook's fine pastries as compensation? Better than stale crackers I bet."
Vinny struggles to secure the box full of mop heads, continuing to shake his head. "I can't have sugar, upsets my stomach. And don't make fun of him like that, you don't know who might be lis-it's not nice."
The other janitor elbows Vinny, "But you know why we we're here in the first place? Why not try to reason with the newbies? It'll make their stay a whole lot smoother, till me and Grub fix the last end of the 'puzzle.'"
Catching the falling box, Vinny takes out a mop head only to find it had been used. "No can do Rodge, I'm a janitor, not a babysitter and certainly not a certified medical professional."
Throwing him a fresh new mop head, Grub crosses his arms. "But we are hear to clean things up are we not?"
"Yeah, but not in that way-"
Raising a brow, Rodge cracks his knuckle. "Then-you go."
The three resume grabbing cleaning supplies as the feared footsteps echo from the end of the hallway. Coming closer, The Man In Maroon peers inside. "What's taking you so long? That filth left from the plane is upsetting some of our patients. Get on with it!"
Without a word, the three janitors pull their replenished cleaning carts out of the room. With their backs facing the Man In Maroon, they all share a look and head for the Garden.
Passing by Flame's room, the fearful janitor is taken back by a loud thump. Standing on his tip toes, he sees that Flame has ran into the wall and was rearing up for another go until he is spotted by a guard. Looking down at his shoes, the janitor resumes walking as if nothing happened. The guard isn't easily fooled.
"Hey you!"
The janitor freezes, slightly vibrating as the pail he carries continues to rock back and forth.
"Keep sloshing that pail around and you'll flood the place! I've already had four guys almost break a leg slipping on your puddles. Vinny, did you hear me?"
Turning his head slightly, the Janitor bobs it up and down vigorously.
"Alright, go on ahead."
Taking a cautious step forward, the Janitor slowly quickens his pace and makes it to the cleaning room. Leaving the door open, he reaches for a new mop head. The two janitors from earlier enter, shaking their heads at him. Vinny scowls. *snip*
*Flame soon concludes that the walls are too sturdy to be broken through, so he returns to his exercise, now doing push-ups*
"Yes, yes, they're supposed to meet me here...Geraldine gave me the booking information..." The pilot reaches sinside his jacket and produces a crumpled sheet of paper, which he holds out to the Man In Maroon in a way that suggests he is attemting to stuff it through a letterbox. Although it appears to be a spa booking form, closer examination reveals the reverse side of the sheet is completed paperwork for the confinement of "Henry Reginald Batterton IV" to the asylum.
Carrying on his facade of friendly compnay, the Man In Maroon slowly reaches out and takes the paper. Skimining over its contents while placing it in his front pocket. "All well and good."
Returning from Flame's room, two guards gruffly wipe away tufts of wool sticking to their eyelashes and uniforms. Clasping his hands in joy, the Man In Marron turns his head and beckons for them to join him, throwing them a hearty laugh to hide his scowling eyes. Shuffling to attention, the guards smile and begin acting as if they and the Pilot were old friends.
"Ah, who's this?"
"A new friend to share a good yarn with, that's who!"
They feign a laugh in unison and one of them pats the pilot on the back. The Man In Maroon nods, pleased with their response. "And that is why you'll show him to his one of a kind lodging."
"Of course!"
"Can't keep 'em waiting!"
Locking arms, they lift him up from the ground and carry him down a long corridor, chatting away on meaningless rabble to keep his spirits up. From the end of the hallway, the Man In Maroon watches, still wearing a huge grin. His cheerful voice echoes, "Remember, he's paid for the best room! Make it so!"
Trembling, a third janitor finds himself caught in the Man's stern gaze. He scurries onto the next hallway, tripping over his oversized shoes and spilling his small pail of cleaning solution.
Wiping a drop from the nametag, the Man In Maroon inspects it with pride, muttering to himself. "Dr. Elexander, at your service."
The Pilot just stares around, barely aware that he has left the ground. He examines the corridor with interest, nodding along to the guards' converation before bursting out in song, "Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..."
Carrying on his facade of friendly compnay, the Man In Maroon slowly reaches out and takes the paper. Skimining over its contents while placing it in his front pocket. "All well and good."
Returning from Flame's room, two guards gruffly wipe away tufts of wool sticking to their eyelashes and uniforms. Clasping his hands in joy, the Man In Marron turns his head and beckons for them to join him, throwing them a hearty laugh to hide his scowling eyes. Shuffling to attention, the guards smile and begin acting as if they and the Pilot were old friends.
"Ah, who's this?"
"A new friend to share a good yarn with, that's who!"
They feign a laugh in unison and one of them pats the pilot on the back. The Man In Maroon nods, pleased with their response. "And that is why you'll show him to his one of a kind lodging."
"Of course!"
"Can't keep 'em waiting!"
Locking arms, they lift him up from the ground and carry him down a long corridor, chatting away on meaningless rabble to keep his spirits up. From the end of the hallway, the Man In Maroon watches, still wearing a huge grin. His cheerful voice echoes, "Remember, he's paid for the best room! Make it so!"
Trembling, a third janitor finds himself caught in the Man's stern gaze. He scurries onto the next hallway, tripping over his oversized shoes and spilling his small pail of cleaning solution.
Wiping a drop from the nametag, the Man In Maroon inspects it with pride, muttering to himself. "Dr. Elexander, at your service."
The Pilot just stares around, barely aware that he has left the ground. He examines the corridor with interest, nodding along to the guards' converation before bursting out in song, "Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme..."
The Cook passes by carrying a large pot of chili. He overhears The Pilot's song and sets the pot down in front of him. "You like herbs, eh?" He pulls out a few herbs from his front pocket and throws it at him. "There ya go. Maybe you can work in the kitchens next, ha haw ha!" He picks up his pot and continues to laugh, but the Guards only yell at him.
"Don't encourge the fool!"
"We don't know what he's capable of!"
Catching scent of the chili, one of the Guards inches forward, still tugging onto the Pilot's left arm. "Let me try that!" Dipping his finger in the chili, he spits it out and pulls a wry face. "What-what do you even call that? You planning to send everyone here to the emergency room?!"
The Cook pulls the chili closer to him. "Maybe if your 'guests' would stop their yapping, I'd be able to focus more often!"
Angered by his words, the Guard moves closer and grunts. "You going to speak to me like that cook?" He lets go of his hold on the Pilot and points an accusing finger at him. "If you don't know how to cook in a place like this, then you don't know how to cook anywhere!"
The Cook stomps his foot and drops the chili pot. Crossing his arms, he tilts his chin upward. "Then why don't you call one of them fancy chefs from those cooking shows you always like to watch to come 'ere and feed ya!"
The chili pot leans to one end before balancing upright. The other Guard, still keeping a firm hold of the Pilot, breathes a sigh of relief.
Passing by Flame's room, the fearful janitor is taken back by a loud thump. Standing on his tip toes, he sees that Flame has ran into the wall and was rearing up for another go until he is spotted by a guard. Looking down at his shoes, the janitor resumes walking as if nothing happened. The guard isn't easily fooled.
"Hey you!"
The janitor freezes, slightly vibrating as the pail he carries continues to rock back and forth.
"Keep sloshing that pail around and you'll flood the place! I've already had four guys almost break a leg slipping on your puddles. Vinny, did you hear me?"
Turning his head slightly, the Janitor bobs it up and down vigorously.
"Alright, go on ahead."
Taking a cautious step forward, the Janitor slowly quickens his pace and makes it to the cleaning room. Leaving the door open, he reaches for a new mop head. The two janitors from earlier enter, shaking their heads at him. Vinny scowls. *snip*
*Flame soon concludes that the walls are too sturdy to be broken through, so he returns to his exercise, now doing push-ups*
There is a light knock followed by a stained napkin being slid through the side of the door. Written in faint sharpie is a message.
"Flush this down the toilet immediately upon reading. You need to escape."
Whispers from outside are heard for a moment, then the shuffling of feet. All is quiet.
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