A hellhole that had started to dance through the minds of people, each word added exaggerating the building in Thraxis' mind. The more he heard that Laughter and Screams both mixed in unison in the building, Thraxis was engaged, bewildered with joy to see what a true madhouse was like. After days of searching to make sure he was not in for a time of disappointment he got his act together, a ship readied from the Cartel and made haste towards Zorgon-Anita Maximum Security Institute.
A flicker, a plume of power pushed forward a metal machine with a silent scream as the stars that streamed across the ship vanished and froze back into place as its metal carcass slowed to a halt over the planet. Slowly, the ship began to descend, a soft hum as it slowly meet with a halt as it planted against the ground.
Slowly the back fell with an audible hum as a man walked out, a suitcase filled with credits, a theatrical choice. The man walked with a jump in his step, as he approached the doors to the building, its architecture was similar to the one he used to design his own Madhouse for Madam Kay. But shook his head, he could hear it, the faintness of laughter and screams from behind the wall, a tingle running down his spine. Soon a smile streaked across his face as he approached the gates, a guard coming down to check him for any weapons or armor. Thraxis had left that all on the ship and was allowed to proceeded past the Guard and met with the receptionist, a large headset covered her ears, likely to remove the incessant chatter that had infested the building.
"Hello, my name is Thraxis and I am looking for any bounty hunters whom may make their residence here?" he said in a polite tone as he signaled for the women to take her headset off. His eyes looking behind her to see a locked up cupboard filled with weapons and drugs. This was the place that all the inmates would love to be, causing an uprising and taking the pills to their hearts content.
"Take the elevator on the left, go to the top floor. That is where we keep all of the impaired who have violent backgrounds." she said as she quickly put the headset on, a sigh of relief as the voices had stooped, it was enough to make the sane become the very people they are trying to keep safe. With a nod of the head Thraxis took the elevator to the top, trying to calm himself down as the laughter and screams mixed and matched on different floors until he reached the top, a lot of laughter and a lot of screams together.
As he got to the top he looked around, he didn't want those who were allowed to walk around free, they would be considered the flock closest to the sane. Slowly he moved through, guards taking little heed of the man, more busy trying to block out the noise. As he walked past the cells he heard the whispers, it seemed someone was saying some very violent things. Thraxis approached, looking through the cell he motioned to one of the guards to open the door, passing along a hundred credits. Soon the door slid open, Thraxis swaying through the door to look at them as the door quickly shut behind him. "Now, what sort of delightful chatter are you speaking of may I ask?" he said with half shut eyes as he balanced the suitcase on the ground, taking a seat on it since it seemed their were a lack of any in the room.
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