Pilgrim Psychiatric Center

Emberlyn woke up to the rather rude noise of her close friend screaming. Followed by even more screaming. She opened her eyes at once, sitting up in one fluid motion and fixing the two with an unblinking stare. "Must you do this everyday?" She said in a painfully calm voice - only if you knew her well enough would you actually hear the annoyance carefully threaded through each individual word.

((Oh Gods Kieran has made a male Parody of Kesi.....*prepares to run for cover*))

"Dam*, He's on a hyper streak again. Oh wait i forgot he's always on a hyper streak."Pearce turns to Emberlyn and says,"Ok which of us is going to hold him down, and which will toture him into being quiet this time." Pearce looks around the room his twisted brown eyes darting to any possbile place where the three of them could escape. He wanted to torture someone and being stuck in this sh*tty room does not work well with that kinda plan.

Emberlyn blinked once more, before standing up and walking over to the area near the boys - as close as she could get, and standing perfectly still except for a slight twitching of her fingers. Gouging eyeballs... had she tried that one yet? She needed to check her notes, test it... seems delightful. Her wistful thoughts were cut off when she realised she didn't have anything - or anyone - to test her newest idea's on. How troublesome... "I did it last time." Emberlyn answered cooly.

...holding down, whilst gouging out the eyeballs... but she'd need to come up with a way to do that without immediately killing them. Hmm... she must speculate upon that. Emberlyn glanced blankly at her only friends with a sort of resigned contentness. For a moment she couldn't help but wonder if this institute was the cause of alarge portion of all insanity within its walls. Curious.

Embelyn contemplated offering up one of her calming syrums she had... ehem, aquired from the bodyguard who had gone missing last week under mysterious circumstances. Though she had a limited stock... maybe she could use the syrum to slow the heartbeat, efficiently making the person live long enough to endure the pain... this must be tested.

Emberlyn absently reached for her notebook, flipping through quickly to the last page she had written in.

ESCAPE ATTEMPT #284

STAB SYRUM FILLED WITH VENOM OF ADDER INTO THE JUGLAR OF ABERNATHY JENKINS. TAKES PLACE ON THE SEVENTH OF JANUARY AT AP. 5:00am.

Emberlyn checked the wall on the clock. Six minutes until rounds were made. She made her way over to her pillow, reaching inside the case and pulled out a small case containing numerous syrenges filled with multi-colored liquid. Her fingers lightly traced the tip of some of them, hard enough to draw blood. When the red beauty welled up, she rubbed the bleeding thumb against her pointer finger, smearing it. "Amazing..." She whispered before blinking once more and getting back to business - selecting the Adder venom-filled needle and taking her place at the bars inside the wall.

Emberlyn nodded once. Three minutes...two minutes....thirty seconds... and here he comes. She stood stock-still, waiting for the balding man to take three stepds at a twenty degree angle, approxomitely two feet away... good, all according to plan.

Continue to phase two. Emberlyn quickly grabs onto the short guard's collar, jerking him with surprising stength towards the door and injecting the deadly and fast acting venom into his juglar in one, swift, accurate movement. Phase two end. Begin phase three.

Using her small hands to hr advantage, she reached further through the bars to draw the keys from the now comatose mains shirt pocket, before letting him drop. She chose the key witht eh number of there room on it - Room numbe 1894 - and placed it in the lock. It turned, the door opening.

Phase three complete. Continue to final phase. Emberlyn retrieved her pillow case and placed her case back inside, instead drawing out a small, easily concealed and lemon-juice covered knife which she had knicked from the kitchens and deftly hid, before exiting the room and flingign her pillow-case filled with various tools and weapons over her shoulder.

Emberlyn said nothing, assuming the boys would follow her as usual.

Emberlyn began muttering under her breath and she quietly walked down the hall. "Objective's - get past Nurse Marilyn Joy and find the back door. Back door is to my left, down the hall, to the right, left, then straight."

She waslked quickly - it was 5:05am now. Nurse joy will be here... now! Emberlyn grabbed a knife, poised to throw, and the weapon flew across the hall, imbedding itself in the side of her head and piercing her skull. She quickly walked over to her, smirking wildly, her eyes wide and unblinking with delight as she scooped up the nurse's stock of medicines and got more of the syrenges, and throwing themin her pillow case before going once more.

Hopefully Ronnie didn't try to eat her... she bled minimal. It could've been more satisfying... but she was on a time limit. She could induldge later.