Saarebas

The Black Tide

Guyton rolled his eyes. "I swear ya lot can't go two damn minutes with out something happening." He said while crossing his arms.

Arkham Asylum: Diaries of the mad

Dr. Heart grew a slight sneer. "And I've told you Mr. Doe until you give us your true name you are to be referred as Mr. Doe." She said in a cold voice. One of the guards returned with a chair for the doctor. She thanked him before taking a seat and returning his attention to the madman before her. "Yes they are needed Mr. Doe. Do not think that your previous assaults against your former therapists have been forgotten in the slightest." She said in the same icy tone as before. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when the so called joker brought up the topic of Harley. "You know you are to not have any information concerning Dr. Quinzel given to you. Now Mr. Doe the last time we spoke we were on the topic of your father do you care to continue?"

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The sound of static escaped the walky talky on the warden's desk and the voice of a young guard screaming for a moment came shortly after. "Shut up Ed and report it!" A gruff voice in the background quickly broke in. "Uh y-yeah yeah right." The young voice stammered before taking a breath. "Mr. Flint h-he is d-doing it again, Dr. Lanstrom I-I mean. He is... ch-changing..." The young guard said in a trembling voice of a frightened child.

The Black Tide

Guyton heard the shouting from the deck "Can't I get a moments peace." He groaned before heading down below deck. He arrived in time to Caoro spit at Oboro. "What da hell is the problem now?!" He shouted at the two.

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Guyton patted Eri's head. "She'll be fine girl. So people just can't handle real cooking is all."

Arkham Asylum: Diaries of the mad

Yeah sorry Ra's al Ghul wouldn't feet to well into the asylum. Also would Strange be before or after his criminal days started?
Also post is up

Arkham Asylum: Diaries of the mad

The clock had just struck noon and the infamous Arkham Asylum had already had it's second attempt at escape, fourth inmate attack, and sixth attempt at suicide, in other words it was quite the slow day. The sounds of the deranged shouting at the voices in their heads rang through the halls, the smell of recycled air flowed from the vents, and the feeling of dying hope seemed to seep from the walls. It was about time for the Doctors to begin their usual treatments of the inmates, starting with the lower cases and working their way up. One such doctor, Dr. Tracey Heart, was on his fifth patient of the day, or as she put it the longest hour of her life. The young doctor, wearing her blond hair in a bun and a freash lab coat, made her way into the more heavily guarded part of Arkham with her escorts of two guards. She found her way to a cell with a automatic sliding bullet proof glass door, a cell she was all to familiar with. She asked on of the guards to fetch her a chair before she strolled over to the cell and spoke in a tone of utter announce. "It is time for your daily session Mr. Doe." She said to the green haired fool that lied inside.

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Inside the staffroom of Arkham the head doctor, Dr. Christopher White, was briefing the newest arrival to the asylum's staff. "Alright Miss Dunklemen we have been through the safety procedures you must follow while in a session with one of the inmates. Now I believe it is time for you to threat your first patient." Dr. White then handed Casterly the file on one Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel. "You'll be holding your first one on one session with her today so make sure it goes well." He said with a stern tone before he exited the room to attended to his own patients.

Spliced

Ohh Vlad is a evil evil man. I can allow turning people into mutants but turning on a man's lights, pure evil.

The Black Tide

Guyton chuckled a bit more as Oboro walked away, he wasn't good at making jokes but when one did come together well he didn't hesitate to laugh. When the man with the head wound walked over he pulled out a small flask of whisk and a cloth. He cleaned away some of the blood before pouring some whiskey on the wound. Guyton then bandaged the wound before telling the man to get back to work.

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"I stopped cooking human food awhile ago. I found out when someone realizes they are eating another person they don't adjust to well." Guyton said with a smirk.

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Guyton rolled his eyes at the cheering men, and he was the supposed savage. He looked back at Oboro. "Pregnant or not I can't have ya running around the ship throwing up." He then pulled out three bottles of a green liquid. "Here drink one bottle a day for the next three and ya should be fine."