There were echoes of sounds approaching. Tapping of footsteps; metallic clicks of turning key and unlocking doors; creaking of steel scraping against tiles.

Then a shout. A voice speaking to him- ringing in his ears, buzzing through his mind. Harsh. Threatening. Distant.

Cain staggered as he rose from his bed, newly freed from his restraints. Pieces of the worn leather fluttering to the floor.

Dark irises darted round the walls of the cell; then finally focused on a pale figure standing by the doorway, his colours complementing with the whitewashed walls and floor of his cell.

It was doctor, but in his mind's eye, a monster. A demon.

A new voice rose. Screaming, shouting, thrashing.

"This isn't reality". Three simple words. A constant self-reminder. Trying to believe that the pain stinging against his skin, and the gruesome memories clawing at his thoughts are all just a dream. Did he just say it out loud?

It doesn't matter. The monster's attention was somewhere else now- irritation at the neighboring scream. A chance to escape.

He remained quiet, not wanting the monster to turn back to him. Hands raised, wrists trickling with blood; sharp fingernails tearing at his own throat. He would leave. He would leave from this nightmare and return to his own world. A fantasy.

.......

Eustacia was still half-listening to the old nurse's detailed explanations regarding each of the patients they passed, when they were suddenly interrupted by a call.

"Edith?...Edith,can you that new intern to handle this Schizophrenic here? I've got other business to do."

Nurse Edith, her words paused in mid-sentence, hurried towards the voice. Bemused at the sudden turn of events, Eustacia quickly followed suit- her stiletto heels making loud, echoing clacks throughout the corridor as she ran.

Nurse Edith stopped in front of a cell near the end of the corridor- from which a girl's voice was screaming.

"Die!" was the first word that was heard when the door opened.

Eustacia chuckled, pointedly ignoring the patient's obvious urge for violence. Her gaze leveled towards the younger girl's eye.

"Zari White, I presume?" The young intern's voice resonated as she stepped into the cell. A calm facade masking intent for malice.


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EDIT: Added Cain's entry.

"Zari White, I presume?" a cold voice

(don'ttrustthemnevertrustthem)

rang out in the room, echoing, and a seemingly calm

(cruelcruelcruelKILL)

gaze locked on to hers -
"You -" she rasped, her eyes zeroed on the new person
(demonkillthedemon)
"- demon -" Zari screeched, flailing as if on fire to hurt the woman, to kill the woman, to feel the blood running in her hands staining them a pretty pretty red -

(Zari listen to yourself)

Oh, a petty voice in her head, was she going mad? OF course she was mad, after all she was in a mental hospital -
(don't listen to it)
two voices, what fun, are they warring against each other or something oh well it doesn't matter what matters is the demon no the doctor

Quiet. Her mouth closed. She stopped screaming, took a deep breath, and the fire left her. It simmered down, to a small spark, an ember, still there but not a full fire. Her eyes stopped their rapid darting, and then, slowly
(good girl, slowly does it)
matched the intern's. Then, she opened her mouth Closed it again. Open.
"Could you hand me my glasses, please?" her voice, scratchy and husky, echoed a bit too loudly at the resounding silence, though she was still stiff. Her spectacles had fallen off in her violent thrashing
(don'tyouwanttofeelbloodmydarling)
(stopitkeepcalmdeepbreath)

white.
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((I'm sorry if it seems rather confusing, but for a schizophrenic I imagined Zari to have mood swings, and obviously two 'sides' of her mind fighting for control. If anyone thinks it's bothersome I won't do it and change my posts.))

((Nah, it's okay. Your writing is still good and understandable. As long as you don't start posting entries with NO spacing, punctuation, grammar, or spelling, I'm fine with it.

Additional note to all: Edith is an NPC by the way, so you are free to control her as you like. As long as you don't make her appear all over the place at once))

((Thank you. I just like to put no spacing in her 'minds'. That way it seems more desperate, IMO.))

what the........WHAT are you DOING!
Gracen leaped towards the suicidal patient, in an attempt to stop him from killing himself.He was fiercely rupturing the skin of his throat,the nails were filled with blood and his own skin now.Gracen tried to get his hands away from his neck,pulling them desperately,but Cain's strength was too much for him.In a last attempt,he pulled the tazer out of his pocket,aimed,and pulled the trigger.

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Sam saw what just happened.The demon jumped in his neighboring cell and will definitely feast on what is inside.He MUST do something.He must do SOMETHING.Then he had an idea.He smiled a bit and started scratching the floor in a peculiar pattern.He knew what he was doing.he was going to summon an angel to stop that demon.

Silence.
Then, slowly
(they'rescaredofyougoodgirlbadgirl)
the older nurse, the demon stepped forward. Right. Left. Right. Left. Stooped down. Her hand
(claw
touched the floor, her fingertips brushing against it, before they crept forward, whisperwhisper to where her red-rimmed spectacles lay, before they closed over the arm of the glasses.
be on guard, darling.
Zari watched, distrust in her eyes, as the nurse approached
don't you want to kill her
and slid the glasses in her place.

Her eyes focused on the other woman
nothing matters they're all devils
and slowly, as if in a trance, her mouth curled in a smile. "Hello, miss." The words 'demon in training' hung in the air, unspoken but heard by every person in the room.

A shout. A movement. The white monster trying to stop his attempt for escape.

No.No.No.No.No.No

Hands enclosed round his wrists, prying them away from his neck. Cain's eyes widened, filled with sudden panic.

StopIt.Don'tTouch.StayAway.LetMeGo.ItHurts

He struggled. Kick. Punch. Scratch. Shove. Fight Back. Fight Back

The doctor moved back, and fired a TASER at him. A yelp. Silence. A shudder. Then nothing.

.....

Eustacia stood still, observing the emotional shifts of the restrained girl. She was still smiling serenely, as though she was enjoying a scenery of a vista, rather than the internal battle in the mind of a Schizophrenic patient.

"Hello, miss."

The patient spoke- a response to her earlier greeting. But the voice was hard, distrusting, the negative implications behind those two words very obvious.

Eustacia's lips parted slightly, about to deliver her own thinly veiled insult, when a noise broke from the adjacent room.

She broke her eye contact from Zari and turned to Edith. "What's next door?"

The responding answer was, as expected from the nurse, a long one, "Kai-En Alzheimer, also known as Cain. 24 years old; half Asian, half Caucasian. Diagnosed with Avoidant Personality disorder and derealization. Also known to be violent and have suicidal tendencies."

Eustacia nodded absently, no longer listening to nurse Edith's ramblings of further details. Instead, her mind was already formulating devious plans as she stepped out from Zari White's cell to peer into Kai-En's.

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((Gah. Writing Cain's entry is difficult as heck. His conditions are somewhat conflicting with each other and I'm still trying to decide whether to combine all of these conditions in one go, or have his insane sides be 'triggered' at certain situations. I suppose the latter would be better, but then his character would seem inconsistent. Realize how the writing style I use for his first entry greatly differs from his following ones?

About Eustacia... notice that she refer to Cain as a 'what' rather than a 'who' when asking about him? She doesn't consider the patients as human beings. A pointless trivia for now, but I just want to emphasize how evil she is, so you know what to expect from her entries ))

From her position
(bound in shackles you poor girl let me break them)
she could see everything. Every single thing. But she could also hear very, very well...

"Kai-En Alzheimer, also known as Cain. 24 years old; half Asian, half Caucasian. Diagnosed with Avoidant Personality disorder and derealization. Also known to be violent and have suicidal tendencies."

Wasn't that interesting? Suicidal, even, what fun. Plus violent, yes, this was a man she could relate to very much

you're both blessed
cursed

and look, the younger one was leaving, thank god, but was the older one still here -
wont you let me take over
She did. The tiny little voice in the back of her mind laughed, and the sound was like nails scraping against a board. Another voice, eerily alike screamed, and screamed and screamed and screamed - her voice - screaming - AAHHH

NO
YES

Silence. SilentSilentSilent.
letmeout.killme.letmekillyou.

"You -"
Nurse Edith stopped. Eyes widen. Deep breath. Slowly stepped back.

"You will die."

Nurse Edith frowned, her hands like claws in front of her.

"What shall I kill you with, Nurse? Perhaps break every single bone in your body and scratch your eyeballs out? I'll make you eat them, Nurse. I'll make you eat your eyeballs..."

The chains holding her in place strained as, somehow, she managed to grab a scalpel. "Remember this scalpel, Nurse?"

The woman gritted her teeth, before turning right around and stomping out, calling someone. "Doctor Gracen, would you handle the schizophrenic? I'll take care of the suicidal one."

(ooc)@diamondmist: wasn't Eustachia the one who entered Zari's cell first?then why is she trying to kill the nurse?

((@SK: Edith has obviously dealt with Zari before, hence Edith being 'senior' to Eustacia. Note 'scalpel' line.))

"Doctor Gracen, would you handle the schizophrenic? I'll take care of the suicidal one."
Dr.Gracen heard someone calling out.I already handled the Suicidal.I'll just tie him up in a moment and come.Gracen shackled him and went outside.Edith,why don't you go in and bandage his neck.Edith went in and did what she was told.
Gracen entered Zari's cell."Hello there!"

If possible at all, Zari smirk widened until she looked positively maniacal. "Hello, demon," she sang happily, laughing. "How would you like to die, then? I've got a pretty little scalpel, Doctor. Let's play..."

she muttered, blinking once, twice, three times, before launching the scalpel at Gracen's face with a deranged scream.

Gracen barely dodged the scalpel hurled at him.
"You!......"Gracen went ahead and slapped Zari in the face.

(i think we should wait for theAdept_Rogue here.)

((Alright, I'm here now; I was going to post earlier, but the internet wasn't working properly because I haven't paid the bills yet :| ))

Pain.

It was the only thing that occupies his thoughts. Cruel, biting pain; suffocating and tightening. Uncontrolled quivering of his muscles causing pain and discomfort.

He couldn't move, couldn't struggle, as the doctor confined him into new restraints of nylon-reinforced plastic mesh (right over the injury where he had broken out of his old ones), and an old nurse came to bandage his ruptured throat.

No. Don't touch, don't come near. Go away, go away, go away.

......

Eustacia raised an eyebrow as nurse Edith clumsily bound the young man's bleeding throat with Tulle gras, marking her unprofessional as a medic. But the intern made no remarks- this is a mental institution after all, not a hospital.

Her eyes then wandered away from the old nurse and fell onto the worn strips of leather lying underneath the patient's bed. He broke out of those?

Looking back at the patient, he doesn't seem to be strong enough to break leather; but the fact remains that he had; and this, supported by the fact that Dr. Gracen had to resort to use a taser gun to subdue him proves that this patient is a major trouble.

Her musings were interrupted by Edith, who said, "I suppose that will be all for your task today. You are free to observe the patients a while longer, but you may leave if you wish to. I have other business to attend to,"

The old nurse left, leaving Eustacia alone with the paralyzed patient. She walked towards him, relishing in the glimpses of fear and torment in his dark eyes. Eustacia opened the red binder she'd been clinging to for so long, and revealed a glass bottle and syringe trapped in the rings.

She snapped the bottle open, and withdrew some of its fluid content with a syringe. Grinning widely, she stabbed the needle into Cain's arm. The man's eyes twitching violently in its sockets, as the chemical entered his blood stream.

Done with her deed, Eustacia sealed back her bottle back into the binder and walked out, returning to Zari White's cell to observe how Dr. Gracen was dealing with her.

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((@diamondmist: by the way, using metal restraints like handcuffs on patients are usually illegal, unless heavily supervised. But whatever, the Institution is a shady one after all. Using chemical restraints/sedatives like what Eustacia did is not exactly legal either))

What the freaking hell
he slapped you KILL HIM
calm zari calm

did he just
yes he did

how dare he

fight back you fool

Scream, scream, like music to her ears. She wanted blood, she wanted to kill, she wanted to maim -
Struggling anew, her furious yells were the only thing masking the distinct sound -
krchhhh.

Oh, what fools. Leather on her legs and chains on her hands, the obviously thought she was more inclined to fight street-wise - what fools, the world is better without them.

In her adrenaline, she had grown stronger - was her body really fighting all those chemicals they put in her? How fun - and the leather straps binding her legs strained some more, come on Zari just one more kick -

Krchhh.

They loosened enough for her to aim a kick, a proper kick, at the demon - Gracen. She didn't see, she didn't care -

StopStopStop

"No -" from her mouth, curses and condemnations spewed, directed at Gracen.

"How dare you!" A final screech, before she went completely wild.

Doctors/Nurses (Caretakers)

Name: Dr. Destan Méillès, head doctor
Age: 38
Race: Caucasian (French)
Height: 181 cm
Weight: 77 kg
Gender: Male
Picture:


Condition: Ganser's Syndrome, pyromania
Personality: Pleasant, talkative, but easily bored. Arrogant, stubborn.
Biography: The head doctor of Nightway Mental Institute, though he's not around much. Received his promotion after his predecessor, Dr. Carl Tanner, retired a year ago.
Other Information: A close friend to Eustacia's parents.

((um, isn't soumya or anyone else going to post? :/))

((I was waiting for soumya to post, actually. My characters have completed their "jobs" for the day. After you two are done, I'll start a new day))

((Well, my character just needs to be sedated. I was waiting for him to post too. ))

here i am!thanks fr waiting.
"Zaaari!stay calm zari!"
krchhhh.....her restraints were no longer able to hold her.she was about to be free.
"how dare you!"
Gracen held her by the shoulders,trying to calm her down,but in vain.She was flailing wildly,so Gracen HAD to back off.Suddenly he noticed the Scalpel on the floor.He picked it up,pointed it towards Zari,and"Sit DOWN!"
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Sam noticed the noises stopped in his neighboring cell.It was no use now.what could he do?
he gazed upon his shackles.He got up,roamed in the cell for a while,then lied down,trying to go to sleep.
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((me thinks we need more people,don't we?))