My real first name is Michael. I'm 26 yrs old. And ever since about six-eight yrs prior I've grown a love of writing and storytelling. I'm probably not going to be able to post often, but I'll do my best to make it interesting with Jeremiah, the mute human thief/mage. As for what crime I committed, I don't know. I'm innocent, as far as today goes. Innocent I hand-gesture! Oh yeah, and Artemis brought me here ~waves and smiles~

Hi!

Welcome to Andro!  As I'm sure you've heard, we've got a nurse handing out pretty pills to help you out, and we do all that we can to help.

If you have questions, ask me.  If it breaks, ask Valis.  He's the fixer.  *G*

Seriously, let me know if I can do anything for you!

Thank you very much for the warm welcome and the pills. ^.^ They aren't all out of purple ones yet, are they? Purple ones are the best 

No worries, mate!  We keep the asylum well stocked around these parts!  *G*

-tumbles in- Guuuuh last day of training! Thank go---Mikeh bear! Anyway, I'd like to introduce Jere, the reason why Arte went crazy. Oh wait....I think I'm lying. -smirks- Welcome Jere! -fits the straight jacket on him- Perfect fit. ^__^

-steps from a shadowed corner of the asylum, his left brow lifted, his arms gathered behind him.  he glances to Artemis...then to the new comer-  "Hmmm...interesting.  I was unaware that you brought your playthings along..."  -he gives the male a quick once over-  "I think this one will do...but we'll have to see where he best fits in the grand scheme of things."  -he gaits around the male in a shark-like manner-  "He smells delicious too."  -he again quirks a brow looking to Artemis-  "Have you flavored this one?"  -he laughs as he moves back toward the shadows...to dissapate...but not without saying, "Oh...and welcome...Michael, typist for Jeremiah."

Hi Mai! ^.^ ~shaking himself into the straight jacket~ Even get a new uniform...  Though the crazy thing is contagious, it may be both ways. ~bowing with as much flourish as one can muster in a straight jacket~ Thank you, Lord...delicious? I do hope not to disappoint. ~straightens and eyes the straight jacket~ A little snug around the neck. And I almost forgot about the purple pills! ~running to the counter, he spots them, and tries to reach...finding his arms restrained~ Would it be too forward to ask for a favor? I don't want to slip out of my uniform just yet ^.^

It would be remiss of me not to remind one and all that this is an asylum. Yes, I know that all of us have that word on our lips and that we speak it as though a promise - and yet I must repeat this. I’d remind everyone, also, that there are only two doctors (and, therefore, only two truly permanent inmates) in this sanitarium. We offer you the joys of pain and pleasure in the form of pills and shock therapy. It’s up to you to decided which is pain and which is pleasure. I know that I get confused from time to time.

*flicks the switch to a rather confusing-appearing vacuum cleaner - effectively sucking Zander back into his cell*

All in our happy hospital are considered equals. Insanity is no respecter of persons. Well, actually it is, but that’s not important right now.

Welcome, Jeremiah! The purple pills are only available to those patients who have sufficient insurance. Mind you, so is lunch. But let’s just face reality (an asylum joke!) and admit that pills are better than lunch. Anyway, lunch is just an illusion. Don’t be late for the illusion or you’ll have to face the music.

We like the music. So most of us are late a lot. I never eat.

Carry on, all! Be kind to Jeremiah. Remember, only nibbles on the pinky finger are allowed in the first month. After that, well … you know the rules; no blood in the visitor’s waiting room.

*yanks the bag with Zander inside it out of the complicated contraption and hands it to a faceless (ie: NPC) orderly.* “Please see that he is returned to his room. Thank you, Brian.”

*dances away whistling a vibrant mariachi tune*

-yawns from the cot of her cell.-  the shocks do nothing but frizz up my hair.  If we could factor in a single tail whip or a flogger ... ah therapy.  - smiles and holds out a handful of purple pills through the bars.  Welcome new friend.  Arte ... what do the red pills do.  I've been at'em all day

oooh, thank you for the pills ~tries to reach and finds his arms restrained still~ ah, just one minute ~dislocating his shoulder, he slips out of the straight jacket. Walking to something firmly bolted to the wall, he sets it back in place~ Sorry, but the uniform doesn't allow for hand signing  ~Reaching from the bars of his cell, he takes a couple pills, and pockets a few for later~ Thank you ~popping one down his throat, he walks over to his cot~ Equals, that guy seems cool. And he made me remember something I heard once...something like 'the best music is the kind that only we hear' or something to that nature. I think I'm gonna enjoy it here. And for some reason Mariachi music is catchy ~hums a similar tune, then bursts out kicking and screaming as the purple pill takes effect~

*peeks through the bars and eyes Zane being sucked back into his little round room, coughs and tries not to look smug*

I sense a jealous Zandar. *pretends not to enjoy it, glares convincingly*

No biting Zanneh, we don't want to scare him off already-- *eyes Jere* Well... I don't think he cares. He fits right in with the crazy troupe.

Dibs on the right pinky!