Mush and Asylums *private RP*

The girl wept even harder in his arms. Unable to embrace him with her restrained arms, she merely sobbed into his shoulder. This too was familiar... For both of them.
 
She attempted to force words out of her mouth, even though it wasn't doable. 22 continued to convulse in his arms. She wasn't just panicking, he realized. She was actually having a seizure.
 
He held her tightly, making his "calming down" a bit more frantic. "Shh... it's okay, calm down..." He doubted that a seizure could be stopped in thus manner, but it was all he knew how to do.
 
Eventually, when it felt as though her throat would bleed from
sobbing, she found she didn't have the energy to cry anymore. 22
collapsed, breathing raggedly.
 
he sighed, relieved. "Okay..." And he hugged her again before attempting to remove the straightjacket from her pweson. "I'm getting you out of here."

(did my reply to the yaoi send?)
 
Flexing her fingers, she glanced back to him with a look of confusion. Her punishment wasn't over yet, so why was he releasing her from her binds?
 
Helping her up, placing her arm on his shoulder, they wobbled out of the cell, looking back and forth. Okay, James thought. He just had to... had to think. If he could get her out, and to the house, and come back, they wouldn't know it was him...

It sounded much easier in his mind than he knew it would be in real life.
 
It seemed a better time than ever for 22 to be mute, so she wouldn't attract attention. They crept down the halls, looking about for any sort of exit.
 
James quickly went to his boss and excused himself for lunch, quickly running back to said door and going out of it, continuing his walk with 22 to his house.
 
Um? Lol

You don't even understand the premise; the rp started on a different site a week ago. Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean you should bash on it.
 
Marjory continued to stare with narrowing eyes, "James, has working there caused you to go mad yourself? I can understand your attachment to her, but she isn't our Yvonne."
 
Marjory didn't reply. After a few moments, she glanced up with tears in her eyes. She wanted to believe it, she truly did... But if it wasn't really her...
 
"I couldn't tell by appearances," he frowned. "Her hair's white, and she's missing an eye, and she's so thin... but once you learn it's her, you can see it."
 
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