Cherlne
Legacy Name: Cherlne

'Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.'


City

Claud Cherlne is very reasonable anything he seems to think happens however when he tries to explain it to other people it seems very mad. Often he is caught stalking a certain person or patient, often female, for no particular reason. With so many mad people gathered in one place it has made Clauds heart flutter with excitement and the ideas just keep spinning around in his head. Other then being the main cause of all the pranks he enjoys constantly moving. Even when laying down he's never still, a part of his body is wriggling and moving. A small tendency of his is to bang his forehead against something to make the world spin along with him.


............Story Time - Asylum............

His eyes drawn lifelessly staring at the floor, the dimming light flickering ahead, and the scuttle of some insect across the room with only a bed in it. Any passerby would agree in saying the patients room was empty and hollow. Clauds grin stretched from ear to ear hearing the life of the asylum begin to stir from the tiny rectangular air vent on the wall. It wiggled his ear, much like a cats would. "Today's the day, the day to play." Both eye lids closing simultaneously then opening with a flash of sparkling gold he began to laugh as loudly and cruelly as possible in this small confinement, then started to yell, "Let's go let's go! Its time isn't it?! Time for everyone to rise and shine! Time for everyone to waste their time!" Bluntly he stopped his laughing, mouth still slightly agape.

Those damn human ears of his twitched again as his echo bounced down the metal of the vent. That wicked smile faded and his body went still again. Acting lifeless was easy, what was easier was getting his way out of confinement. Like a marionette his left arm was brought up shockingly quick and pointed at the wall. It began to fizzle black as if demons were tearing away at it, "Let's go, go go shall we?"his voice dipped in mercury that smile returned and his canines flashed.Even when rising his right arm hung by his side lifelessly, his left kept its position as he stared at one spot on the floor. Turning to look at his handiwork with one eye, his bangs slide over to the tilted down side.

Once the decaying was done Claud returned his left arm to join the other in lifelessness and stared out of the portal. His nose crinkled at the smell of dust, metallic dust at that. Most would hold their nose, however, Claud didn't give a damn. He stepped out onto the other side with a brisk little hop and repeated all of the earlier motions with the wall. This time gathering the particles up and hardening the metal into a smoothed out surface. Wait, smooth? With a quick sneeze his foot was brought up, the rest of his body still sagging, and slammed against the wall. There, now there was a nice dent to match. Hands greedily felt the dip in the surface, he smiled still, and placed his forehead in the center of the dip. Drawing it back he gave the material a soft bang causing both eyes to snap shut. A floating feeling trembled through his body. "Good, good, good!"

Claud bumped into another something solid, which was very unusual for him to do accidentally. His shivering stopped, why did it stop? Eyes opening Claud glared at the new presence for only a brief moment before softening his features. There stood the woman know as Catheren. The caterpillars features were the same as always, distant but curious. "Curious oh curious, what are you doing down on my end little dragonfly?" Clauds smirking face made Catheren's brow fasten. "Watching you wither in ecstasy in the middle of the hall apparently. Unless, well what are you doing exactly?" The caterpillars voice was low and solemn.

"Ecstasy is a strange word for it," Claud sang giving his usual toothy grin, "Hahahahaha!" His tongue darted out to lick the corner of his lip. "What I'm doing is motion, constantly moving is the key to your so called ecstasy don't you know that?" He held up his forefinger, smile turning neutral, the other fingers on his hand clenching into a fist. Pointing up at Cathy he smirked again, "You should know such thing should you not? Hmm.. No don't answer, don't, of course I already know. AHAHAHA!"

Still Cathy could only smile quietly. There was no sense in provoking him any further, so she obeyed Clauds rhetorical question. That finger clenched hand of Clauds was brought up to his mouth the pointing finger now resting on his lips. "What an irritable wench, if you're going to pretend to listen then do it properly, hmm.." his eyes trailed to look up at the ceiling ignoring most of the others presence. The lights didn't sting his eyes at all but the tiles gave him ideas, "That's what I think," the pointing finger tilted as if showing the way into the space that connect the wall and ceiling."Of course there's plenty of fun to be had today, do you know why? Ack, for some reason I keep asking question this is not good, not good at all!" He chewed on his thumb nail irritated keeping the forefinger straight in case he needed it again. Cathy only narrowed her curious eyes further.

Clauds seemingly busied hand reached up to cup the woman's face. "What's wrong dear dragonfly?" he stroked with his thumbs as gently as he could manage even though those fingers only wanted to claw, "Worried over some little girl?" he sneered almost laughing but only letting out a hollowed breath of air. A that tiny fool--child being a queen? Well... hmm... that just wasn't so, in any case it was the hatters fault for labeling her 'Alice' in front of everyone. Claud had just called her that name for the hell of it. The only proof that he had of their similarities was becoming a cat during their little chats. That wasn't much of a proof, however, the caterpillar didn't know that. Licking the corner up his mouth quickly he bowed his forehead to tap the others blissfully, "What makes her Alice you wonder? Well what doesn't make her Alice? Don't fret dear, an idol is merely just that. Everyone got over excited from hearing there is a new women in this place, she can quickly be made into a dog just as they desire," his voiced lowered into a cynical taunt.


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