The condescending tone of the demon's voice only served to infuriate her further. Snarling, she threw her head back and let out a loud roar, not seeing anything, not hearing anything but her own screams inside of her head

stopitletmeoutSTOP

Screeching she faintly heard a more stern voice -
"Sit DOWN!"

no i will not sit down get away from me
scalpel

The second voice, broken and warning, resounded throughout her head. Scalpel, scalpel, where the hell was the scalpel
sit down or they'll hurt us
no no no don't come out i want freedom DON'T

Quiet. Silence. Hush.

Zari didn't dare move. If she moved, the scalpel - oh, the scalpel --

A tear ran down her face and she slumped back against her bed in a stupor of sorts, stiff and unrelenting, and allowed herself to succumb to the seductive abstract patterns in her sleeping Wonderland.

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((Yes, I think we need more players, or at the very least, characters which interact more freely. BTW, now that most of us are in control, what's next?))

((Well, shadowshed is planning to join, but never specified when. Anyway, I guess I'd better open a new "class" for more interactions))

Visitors

Name:
Age:
Race:
Height:
Weight:
Gender:
Picture:
Condition (If Any):
Personality:
Person visited:
Relationship with the visited:
Reason for visiting:
Other Information:

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Watching the Schizophrenic finally calm down, Eustacia made an approving nod as she scribbled several notes on the writing pad clipped inside her binder.

She then turn to Dr. Gracen, and spoke to him in a formal manner. "Well, Dr. Reid, I suppose this will be all for me today. I shall take my leave now, thank you for everything- and I hope to see you again soon."

Without waiting for a response, Eustacia stepped out of the cell and walked out, rhythmical clacks of her stiletto heels accompanied each steps.

"31 patients in the psychiatric ward was accounted for, all of them with varying ages, background, races and degrees of insanity. Most of the patients are Caucasian, within the age range of 20-35. Of the thirty one, 9 people (approximately 29%) were were in violent condition, being harmful to either self or others, and must be kept in restraints. Valerian sedatives are used to treat the more unstable patients.

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((Alright. Day one is over. Next post will begin with a new day, so no need to reply my post. Never mind Eustacia's note, by the way, they're just an indicator the start/end of days, and some of the notes she wrote aren't very truthful))

I'm here at last!

Mental Patient

Name: Fii Natalie
Age: 15
Race: Asian
Height: 152 cm
Weight: 40 kg
Gender: female
Picture: [] Fii has small frame, black-colored shoulder-length hair, and is skinny.

Condition: post traumatic stress, avoidant personality disorder.

Reason For Being Here (Why you were accused of being insane, what did you do):
Fii was feeling suppressed and down, thus went wild. She trashed her room and refused to meet anyone, including her parents. She had hurt herself quite badly in frustration.

Personality: a bit introverted, negative thinking, never trust people.

Biography (Why you did what you did):
Fii's family has never been in good relationship. Her parents once had a big fight that changed her life forever. She hates human and can only see this world full with insensitive people.

Other Information:
She eventually used to be a cheerful girl when she was small.

((has the new day started?))

((I think shadowshed has to make an appearance? ))

((what? Now? Well, let's start then))

Huh, where am I?

Fii blinked to the ceiling and rubbed her eyes. But she couldn't lift her arms. They were held onto the bed strongly.

Fii started to remember what happened before, and cursed quietly. Well, she admitted it never crossed in her mind that she'd placed in such place.

"If you care to send me here, why don't you just mend things over there!" she growled.
I'm tired of this...!
Let me go... Just leave me alone...!

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. And then she tried to scan her surroundings and stared at the dark walls. It.. it almost felt that she only existed alone there.

Granted such of thoughts, a faint smile formed by her mouth. She could at least felt peace, stay far away away from lives

Tuesday, 4th July 2000
Day 2

The second day of internship is when the real work and training begins. My work task involves assisting the Institutions' staff. Today's instructions are to...

"Hey, Montague,"

Eustacia paused in her writing as a voice, which certainly isn't Edith's, called upon her. Raising her head, she came face-to-face with a cheery male nurse not much older than she was. Probably an undergraduate who had just recently earned a position in the institution.

"Who might you be?" She asked with feigned curiosity, as she didn't care who the man was. She did wonder about his motive for calling, though, and thought savagely that it had better be important.

"Ah, yes, I'm Charles. Edith has gone to attend other matters somewhere else, so I will replace her for today. Anyway, the head doctor wants to see you, so you better go to his office before he leaves"

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Eustacia entered the head doctor's office and immediately recognized him as Destan Méillès, a very close friend of her father's. She had never spoken to him, personally, except for a brief introduction almost five years ago. However, she would often see him with her parents whenever they were home.

"Ah, Eustacia, Comment vas-tu?? Gilbert and Eda are doing well, I presume?"

The head doctor was referring to her parents, of course.

"I'm certain you are more familiar with their well-being, Dr. Méillès. You went out with them yesterday, didn't you, while I haven't seen them since last week? Such good friends..."

"Now, now, mon cher, call me Destan. Flattery means nothing here, though. Gilbert is a good man, however; he provided most of the medical equipments for the institution, after all, and even gave commission for testing the medications his company produces. Still, you have to complete your work, which is to sort through the medical reports of the patients and make a report on them. I'm the only one with the key to the files, so please return it to the office once you're done. I might not be around at that time, though, and depending on the situation, you may take it with you. And please inform Dr. Gracen Reid to check on the patient in cell 23. Fii Natalie was just delivered here last night, after most had gone home..."

Eustacia frowned, trying to grasp the instructions given to her amidst the other nonsense Dr. Destan Méillès had spoken. Finally, she gave a nod and left to finish her tasks, taking with her a small silver key that the head Doctor had given.

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((Sorry for the long post. I did have to post introductions for the new character, which isn't easy. BTW, if Dr. Destan's ramblings doesn't seem to make much sense, then don't worry too much because it's supposed to be that way)).

Zari awoke with a start, sweat beading on her forehead and plastering her face to her face. She didn't remember much, but it had been a dream. It was not a good dream, exactly the opposite, but she faintly remembered running up a slope, screams and shrieks of the most horrible kind, like demonic taunting, resounding behind her.

Shaking her head as if ridding herself of cobwebs, she turned to her bedside table and blindly reached a hand out, her restraints digging into her wrist and chafing it. Her mobility was limited and she couldn't exactly move properly, but she was used to it and with her middle finger pulled the familiar frame of her glasses towards her. They dangles precarious over her finger, and, with her thumb, she took a proper hold of it and with minimal difficulty adjusted them on her nose.

It was still bright. Very, very bright. Te light burned into her retina, igniting the pain that she was expert in ignoring.

"What a life..." she muttered out loud, sitting up. A sharp pain in her stomach made her double down, wincing. It had been too long since she had eaten proper food.

Sighing, she readied herself to face another day in hell, but then she stopped. There was a feeling around the place, once that she felt each time someone new was bound and shipped off here. Gritting her teeth when images flooded her mind of her sister, her urge to kill rose, but there was nothing she could do...she just had to wait...

(goodjobmydarling.getaholdofsomethingsharp)

Her hand shot towards the bedside table, where there was a glass of water. Her fingers closed over it, and threw the water on the floor and smashed the glass. The sound made her wince, but her grin widened. Reaching for the sharpest piece, she hid it under the sheets and waited.

(thatsmygirl.)

((Oh, great. I killed it. TT__TT

Nobody else going to post?))

The moment she stepped out of the head's office, Eustacia was immediately greeted by Charles, who waved at her as if she was 10 miles away. Eustacia gave him an insincere smile, before saying, "The head doctor wants Dr. Gracen Reid to check on the new patient in cell no. 23. Please relay this message to him while I do some other errands."

The male nurse seemed taken aback by this sudden instruction, though it was probably more about who delivered the instruction than the content itself. It took him several blinks before he finally regained his composure and took off.

Eustacia rolled her eyes at his back, before she finally left to do her own task.

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Visitors

Name: Dakota Méillès
Age: 17
Race: Caucasian
Height: 172 cm
Weight: 58 kg
Gender: Female (biologically), male (mentally)
Condition: Gender identity disorder, Pathological gambling, Intermittent explosive disorder
Picture:


Personality: Sporty, outgoing, and aggressive. Behaves like the typical stereotype of a "manly" man.
Person visited: Destan Méillès
Relationship with the visited: Adoptive daughter
Reason for visiting: To mooch cash/allowance from her father
Other Information: Formerly an orphan, whose Gender identity disorder kicked in before she was 6. Her adoptive father doesn't even know her true gender, calling her his "son".

"Uh..........Doctor Reid?"
Dr.Gracen heard, before he turned around from the window in his office/cabin,to look at a man,staring fearfully back at him.
"yes?" He said.
"um.....the head Doctor wants you to take care of the the patient in cell no.23"
"The new one?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. You can go."
Gracen sank down on his chair as he saw the male nurse leave.
He took a quick nap,then strolled off to his destination, Cell 23.

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((um......guys, looks like I won't be able to post for a couple of weeks due to my tests,so you can continue without me.
until then, my characters,(Gracen Reid and Sam) will be NPCs. you can move them around anyway you want.

((No one else posting? Shadowshed?))

Cain blinked at the walls in front of him with an unfamiliar clarity, surprised at the sharpness of the scenery's outlines. He felt like he had just awoken from a dream, despite not having slept.

But something was wrong... he could not recall the previous events of the last few hours, except for the traces of pains. The young man shifted to a sitting position, ignoring the screams of his cramped muscles and joints as he did so.

Squinting at the light that passed through the cell bars, several vague images surfaced in his mind.

A man dressed in white. A strangely modeled gun. The pulling of a trigger. Dancing sparks of electricity, enticing but deadly.

Cain gingerly touched at his abdomen, where the man had shot him, and winced and the burning sensation it gave. The fire seemed to spark anger and irritation within himself; and in a sudden fit of violence, he pounded at the hollow tiles beneath him.

There was a loud crack, followed by a small splatter of blood, as the tiles shattered. It diminished his anger, if only slightly. Picking up a piece of the broken ceramic, he dug at the ropes binding his wrists, attempting to break free once more.

((Um, I think I know what's wrong...Well, we need some closure, after all. We're just off doing our own thing and some interactive statement or action at the end would be nice. I'd rather wait, but...))

((Basically, there's too much patients, and since they're all confined in a single-cell, they can't interact. I wonder if it's a good idea to let all the patients break loose))

((Sorry, I was out of connection. And about interacting each other patients, I think Fii got some gut to make an escape with others(she's been thinking of that, in fact). What do you guys think?))

*Knock knock*

Fii's head dozed from the sudden sounds. She tried to look what happened, and found a man dressed in white opened and closed the door. Her head was aching mysteriously, followeing his movements. He came closer to her bed and spoke.

"Fii Natalie?"

Upon concluding that the man was some sort of doctor, Fii frowned, avoiding his gaze. She uncomfortably made a noise to respond and silently cursed her miserable life.

"Hmm? Aren't you the quiet one?" the doctor leaned to look her eyes, but sent backward again when she suddenly hid her face away.

Gosh!!! Why should be people here..?!
Damn!! They're so annoying!!

But, should this be good or bad? If he believes I'm under control, I'd only need to act-

"Okay, I think I'll leave for now. You need to adapt with this room... and me," the unnamed doctor stepped away before turning his back again.

"Oh, and my name is Dr. Gracen Reid," with his introduction he got out.

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Fii's thoughts still lingered on how she'd act in this prison, not paying attention to the doctor's weird name. She was remembering that she always acted in front of others, and now that she'll keep doing that, she broke down again and struggled inside her blanket, crying.

I'll never forgive them to make you suffer like this, Fii. It's okay, I'll continue to protect you afterall.

She regretted and calmed a bit after hearing the whispers, and fell asleep once again.

((Adept, I've got a suitable twist in mind...may I PM the idea I have for this story? Anyway, breaking out is the only way we can advance the storyline...))

((As you wish. As for the break-out, I plan to have Dakota do it, but I'll see what you have first))

((I've sent a PM that outlines my idea...))

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Zari waited. And waited and waited. It seemed that no one was coming. All she could hear was a one-sided conversation off at the newer cell, then quiet. Her ears pricked and she listened harder, leaning to the side and cocking her hand behind her ear, but keeping her other hand under the covers. Faintly, she could finally hear some sounds - sobbing sounds, to be exact. A grin marred her face - it was a girl. An innocent little girl... unmarked from the horrors of this place.

(kill her and she'll never find out)

She was crying, it seemed, heaving silent sobs.

(you were once like her)

Her grin broke into a frown, and, slowly, the grip she had on her glass shard loosened. Her mouth opened involuntarily as she felt an urge inside of her to talk. To save someone who probably was still innocent.

"Hey, new girl," she called, her voice restrained and quiet so as to not alert anyone. "In cell..."
She paused and racked her memory for her own cell. Her cell was number 24, she remembered. Counting along, it could only be cell 23.

"Cell 23, right?" she said rhetorically. "Why are you here, girl?"

Dr. Destan Méillès was relaxing on his recliner chair, humming random tunes when the door to his office was slammed open. The head doctor quickly straightened himself as he stared at the intruder - his own 'son', Dakota.

"Dakota! What are you doing here?!"

The teenager, behaving like the man she wasn't, strode towards her adoptive father with extended hands. The words were unspoken, but her actions screamed "I want money"

"What happened to the $100 I just gave you last week?" the head doctor rightfully demanded, to which Dakota responded with a simple

"I lost it"

Dr. Destan rose from his recliner, pacing back and forth while muttering incomprehensible nonsense. Dakota watched with growing impatience, when her father suddenly grabbed his coat and declared, "I have an appointment with Gilbert Montague. Must leave now. Bye"

And the man disappeared from the room before Dakota could protest, leaving the girl alone in the office - furious.

As she thought of ways to pay back her father, her eyes caught a ring of keys hung near the coat rack, labeled with numbers. A malicious idea gleamed in her mind, and she quickly grabbed the keys and ran towards the Mental wards.

No one was in the corridors right now, and Dakota quickly slipped the key into the first cell and clicked it open. She did the same for the remaining 49 cells in the ward, and quickly returned the keys to its place. Grinning widely at what she's done, Dakota mounted her motorbike and rode off.

((You know, I've always been wondering about the use of pronoun on transsexuals. I mean, do we refer to them as their biological gender, or what?))

Fii was calmed down from her tears when she heard a voice.

"Hey, new girl."

What was that? Was it calling for me...?
No! Don't! Not again!
She was taken aback by the voice and became angrier, wondering just how many people were in this facility.

The voice came from outside, and apparently called in again. It was quiet but she could clearly listen to the persisting calling. And before long, a voice belong to a female already asked her a question.

"Why are you here, girl?"

The moment Fii thought of answering it, she just didn't know what to say or even do. Though she wanted to be alone, but there was a feeling that ignoring her won't help her situation. She just met with a heck annoying doctor and there were probably other staffs around. She approached the wall to see who was speaking with her and stood there. She gazed upon the other girl, she was tall and looked athletic before slowly gave her a short answer.

"My... my parents did it."