Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[Dr. Berlin]

The mountain was one of the highest she had seen. Tall parched white peaks with sharp jagged cliffs and sliding gradual slopes to the base. Twin peaks How would she tackle it this time? It had been a long time since she had such a target to tackle. She eyed it warily, tiredly, and mentally gathered the tools she would need. Felt Pen. Check. College ruled, yellow note pad. Check. Recorder. Check, but not necessarily needed. And coffee and cigarettes. Check and Check. She's never survive the day without her nicotine and caffiene.

The mountain of paperwork never ceased to amaze her. It was a wonder that she had that mountain at all. The powers that be in this hospital had fought her initially about keeping records at all, and only when she threatened to bring the state and lawyers into the battle did they relent. She didn't quite understand how anyone expected her to research if she wasn't able to keep records. After the initial agreement they made her sign a waiver stating that if she would ever chose to leave Parapsych Park that she would shred,burn, consume and send into space any documents she had. That was just fine by her. She had already been warned by the last outgoing doctor in residence about this place. Perhaps that should have scared her away, or perhaps she should have reconsidered when her request for an unorthodox and controversial treatment wing was added without so much as a debate. The other hospitals she had presented the idea to, the three she had worked at before she moved to the Park, all saw fit to "ask for her resignation" before she was properly fired for being too experimental.

Dr. Sydney Berlin swiveled her highbacked leather chair to face the window behind her. She absently brought a perfectly sharpened number two pencil to her mouth and chewed as she looked out over what constituted an "exercise park" she found herself spitting flecks of yellow paint. It looked more like a fenced in prison garden grounds than any kind of pleasant park. it didn't matter either way, most of the patients here weren't permitted to go outside without heavy supervision. She made sure of that. Too many half hearted attempts at an escape. She never quite understood why they refused to accept the fact that they needed her help. Well... most of them. Her ethics weren't in question here, nor was her morality. The fact that she didn't believe in Hell helped her to sleep at night, otherwise the screams and cries that puncutated her memories might cause her some small amount of insomnia. In her mind it was all justified for the good of science. For research.

"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreampt of in your philosophy..."

She didn't have to look down at one of the manilla folders on her desk for her first appointments. She was meeting with Bianca. Of all of the patients in Parapsych Park, she somehow related to Bianca, felt for the girl, had an inexplicable curiosity and desire to understand and cure her. Bianca had telekinetic powers that were latent, her nosebleeds concerned the good doctor, but ultimately Dr. Berlin believed wholeheartedly that they were curable. She had to. She had somehow managed to stop her own nose bleeds, and she never quite faced the abilities she began to fear she may have. The benefit of being the Head Doctor in a research hospital was that sometimes when you use yourself as a guinnea pig, it works out for the best. And she had been extra careful, once she realized the possibility of her own "dis-ease," to hide it outwardly as well as medically. One day, though, she would subject herself to the rigours that she was putting Bianca through.

When the door opened without a knock, she knew who it would be. Bianca was one of her first appointments of the day, and she had been eager to see how the medication had worked from their last visit. She knew what the blood work, and the tests said, but Dr. Berlin needed to understand how it made her ~feel~. She turned the chair back to face the large cherry wood desk, splitting the paper mountain in half, parting it like the red sea as she motioned to Bianca to sit. The room itself was somewhat comfortable, for a doctor's office. Wood panneling, bookshelves ined with leather bound volumes, some more worn than others-- Two leather chairs sat in front of her desk with a coffee table of the same wood, and a reclining couch of leather sat off to the Doctor's right.

"You're late, Bianca. I hope you didn't have any trouble on the way." Se watched the girl enter, and suddenly realized that she had no idea why she had said that. She grabbed the pad of paper and her pen, leaning back in the chair and adjusting the rimless glasses on her face before casting her honey brown eyes on the girl. "So... How are you feeling, Bianca? Has the medicine helped?... You've not been able to move things?"

[THE MONKEY]

Josh took his usual seat across from Lord Fattington. He was very unnoticeable personality-wise, but once he turned his back on you, he could stand out in any crowd. Toned and muscled, his body was a chiseled piece of art. His back, though, was even more so due to the full-size tattoo of a large, bo staff-wielding kung fu monkey. It was a tattoo of his own design when he could not join any gangs.

His back poignantly to the crowd in the room, he placed his fingers around the spindle of the large 'X' piece from Perfection, and snuck it across the board to steal Lord Fattington's queen. His eyes slid up to get acknowledgement from the ferret'er, just as the nurse was coming around to the game table with their meds. Josh knew the code well, and knew Lord Fattington wouldn't fall for such an "obvious" sign. Besides, they never began their games with shoptalk, it was always the casual 'good morning's, 'hello's, and even the occasional gossip. He liked to think of the code as a game itself.

He rarely gave the other inmates so much as a second glance in the morning, but today Athalia seemed more excitable than usual, causing a slight turn of Josh's head in her direction during the wastebasket incident. Then, as Alex was tossed in, another tilt in that direction. A slight nod was the only greeting he gave in return to Alex's broad comment about returning to Hell.

Somehow, Josh understood they would all need to work together to escape. Nevertheless, he also knew it would be a very long time before they all trusted each other. He had made the first step in accepting Lord Fattington's friendship. He was careful not to step on any toes or intentionally upset anyone. He'd held his own with gangs and prisons, he could handle some...touched people. "Touched," because he knew he was somehow like them, and he hated thinking of himself as deficient in any way. He just lost control now and then. He hated losing control. So, he took the drugs, and accepted the "treatments". But, nothing worked. The pills could have been sugar for all it mattered.

He brought his hands together and rested his elbows on the board. With his fingers interlaced in front of his mouth, he simply waited and watched, looking for Fattington's move. Of all his pieces, he feared for his battleship the most.

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Slipping inside the door, Bianca paused long enough to pull her hood down further over her eyes so that only her small nose and wide sensuous mouth were visible, before she shoved her hands down deep in her pockets and made her way to the desk. Taking her usual seat in front of the large desk, Bianca allowed herself to relax slightly as she melted into the comfortable leather chair.

From beneath her hood Bianca could only see the doctors desk. Her jade green eyes focused on the beautiful pattern of the cherry wood, trailing lazily over the fine grain of the wood as the Doctor’s words reached her ears. Shrugging in response to the comment regarding her tardiness, Bianca arched a slender dark brow in surprise as the Doctor asked if she had encountered any trouble on the way. It was almost as if she knew about the randy guard she had left in the hallway, but as this had only happened a few moments ago, Bianca doubted that this was possible. The only way she could know what had happened, was if she had been watching via the security cameras that were mounted on nearly every wall in the joint. But there were no screens visible on the Doctors desk, and Bianca dismissed her curiosity with a slightly furrowed brow.

She shrugged again as the Doctor asked her if her medication was working. Careful not to reveal too much, but desperate for a cure for her excruciating migraines and nosebleeds, Bianca took her time answering.

~The meds are working… I think.. I mean.. I cant realy move things that well at all anymore.. its like its dying somehow..~ This was a complete lie, if anything, her powers were improving day by day. But with only the privacy of her cell and the toilet cubicle to practice her skills without “big brother” watching, she had little time or opportunity to harness her talents. When she did manage to practice lifting or moving something, the headaches and nosebleeds soon followed, making her reluctant to try, even when she did find the time.

She knew that if the Doctor was going to help her though, she would have to tell at least some of the truth. Sliding lower in her seat so that her head was now tilted backwards, resting on the top of the headrest, Bianca’s incredible green eyes finally came into view. They locked with the Doctors as she spoke in a small, quiet voice.

~When I do manage to do something… which aint that often, mind you.. but.. when I do… the pain.. its getting worse. So are the nosebleeds. At first it was a couple of drops.. now it gushes..~ she swallowed quickly as she paled slightly. ~It scares me..~ she whispered.

Breaking her gaze with the Doctor, Bianca scanned the desk quickly. Her eyes focused on a coffee cup that almost appeared forgotten in the shadows at the edge the desk. Zooming in on the cup, her eyes brightened considerably before darkening around the iris. Careful not to reveal the full extent of her power, Bianca kept herself in check as the cup began to tremble slightly. She allowed it to rock back and forth, before watching as it rose off the table and hovered in the air for a few moments. Tempted to have some fun with the cup and make it float over to the Doctor’s face, Bianca frowned slightly as her right temple began to throb. By the time the cup was lowered and sitting back in its original spot, her entire head was in agony and a thin trickle of blood was dripping down her lip. Rubbing her temple and rocking back and forth subconsciously, Bianca used the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt to wipe her bloody nose before she sunk back into her chair. Pulling her hood back down over her eyes, she waited until her nose had stopped bleeding before she shoved her hands back down deep in her pockets. Scrunched up in the chair, she waited to hear the doctor’s verdict. *

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:Tanasha listened as Crash rambled as though she understood just what the woman was saying. For all she knew, the angel may be the sanest person at Parasych Park. Perhaps she saw more and knew more than anyone, staff included, and though she chose to share it with them, they were all too nuts to understand. For this reason, Tanasha listened intently. Though she would die before she’d admit it, her own experience with the real world was brief. What experience she did have was a personal nightmare that she faced nightly and probably would forever. Crash, despite her madness, seemed to be somewhat worldlier. There were worse people in this place that she could pay attention to and the prime example of that opinion was deposited on the rec room floor in the form of Alex. When she was passed over for pills, Tanasha’s narrowed on one of the hidden security cameras in the room. What were they plotting now? It was impossible to see the lack of medication as an oversight when, in this hell hole, it could only mean her impending doom. Suddenly aware that Crash had noticed this too and might fret, she pulled on an arrogant smile and settled back against the couch.:~:

Guess I’m all better. They’ll be giving me some clothes and throwing me out any second. I’ll send a postcard.

[Lord Fattington]

Lord Fattington truly didn't give a damn about anyone in the place, save for The Monkey. It was an odd sort of friendship they had, rarely speaking, communicating in code. The extent of his concern for the other inmates was how could they help him achieve his goal, freedom.

All he could do was watch as The Monkey raped his queen. Lord Fattington was most skilled with the rooks and bishops, in other words a red parchise peice, the battleship, the little dog from monopoly, and finaly the orange car from Life. Lord Fattington decided to move his Red parchise peice to avenge the fall of his queen. He had claimed the coveted "X" from perfection.

It was time for meds, the nurse (a particularly butch one) thrust the cup-o-meds towards him. He reached out took the cup and raised it to The Monkey as though it were a shot, before downing it.

One word they avoided using was "Checkmate" since early on they had decided that if things were going to happen "Checkmate" would be the "go" word. Instead of checkmate they would use a random catch phrase such as "Getting into Trouble, Sorry" or even Lord Fattington's favorite "I sunk your scrabble ship."

The games between the two of them could last hours, mainly when the felt the desire to prolong said games.

OOC: Yes i know i said Scrabble ship, i meant to say that.

[Athalia Mischavitch]

Athalia's eyes narrowed as Bianca stood up and did her psychic whammy on her, throwing the small tin bin. Athalia's head was no craned in the opposite direction, but amazingly with one outstretched hand, she caught the basket mid air, inches away from Tanasha's head before she placed it neatly down by her feet.

"The Original Sin…"

She muttered as she turned back to Tanasha her brilliant sapphire eyes glowing, she followed Josh as he took his seat and her eyes narrowed threateningly when Stone was thrown into the rec room, she could see behind the double doors the orderlies arguing. She could taste the emotions in the air, fear, hatred, disgust. She felt her stomach willing the horrible sensations to leave. Stone was evil, pure and simple, Sadistic and sickening. Athalia only half listened to Tanasha, she nodded, never taking her eyes off Stone,

"Send me a saw…"

She said plainly, she stood up and began to walk around the room; Tanasha wouldn't be offended by her actions she knew Athalia never had her mind on any one thing for too long. Athalia made her way to the board came, she ignored the strong feelings to once again knock the chess boards over instead she began to circle the pattern on Josh's elaborate tattoo with one slender pale finger, she enjoyed the sensation while she tried to work out what were her feelings and emotions and what were foreign, she slammed a fist against her head once, shaking her long tendrils of white/blonde hair around her face. She liked the Monkey, he was quiet and calming, she could always feel a hint of rage at the back of his psyche but he still managed to make her feel calm.

"Tanasha Nasha, Bo Bo Fasha Baranna Manna Bo Bannana"

Athalia sang under her breath, she knew what she had to do, why god had thrown her out of heaven, it was to do the world of justice, a person like Stone shouldn't be allowed to live, evil, sadistic, a murderer, a rapist and a world of others things she couldn't sense. Athalia made her way towards the reception area where the nurse divided up the pills to put in the cart. She smiled sweetly at the nurse behind the counter; she was busy measuring levels of pills though. Athalia leaned over the bench, lifting her feet of the ground, she planted a kiss on the Surprised Nurses face, before moving away coyly and smiling, she waved and blew the befuddled nurse a kiss. She made her way towards Stone

"You’re a bad man Alexander Fathom Stone…"

She said coldly, she leaned closer towards him…

"And I'm an angel…"

He almost whispered as she lunged towards him, she aimed to drive the rather long ballpoint pen she had stolen from the Nurses desk into Stones neck with surprising strength.

"Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels...And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal"

She yelled angrily as she was wrestled down by the orderlies that had only a a few minutes brought in Stone, Athalia couldn't help but feel they were going easy on her, one was smiling down at Stone.

Athalia turned towards one of the cameras and said with a wicked grin

"SELF DEFENCE!".

((Did anyone pick up on my little themey thing? and she stabbed Stone not Josh, i fixed the typo but i might have still confused a few!))

[The Joshness ™]

His mind was like a catalyst, every action by every person in the room setting off multiple scenarios and predictions in his head. That look on his face, filled with such spite and joy in the misery he KNOWS these people can pick up off of him. Stone wasn't sure why he was released after such a violent act towards the Guards, i mean he taped them attacking first they would at least take a little pity on him. But getting off scotch free? Didn't make sense at all.

~They are letting you writhe in your own dread, right before they lock you in that box again.~

There wasn't much time to rationalize or guard himself from her. He wasn't paying much attention to her, rather how he was going to escape. Flinching at the last moment he allowed his upper arm to catch the pen. Though that didn't stop her from planting it to the very hilt of it in his muscle and tissue "You CUNT!" He stumbled backwards momentarily and fell to the floor after tripping on a misplaced plastic water cup. He hits the ground ass first, then falls back letting the pen lodge itself even FURTHER into his arm, the tip can now be seen poking the top layer of skin on the other side into a tent. He cringes in pain, and something morbid travels from his mind to every inch of his body and the mangled frown on his face curls up into a tortured Grin seen only in the horrors of a nightmare.

"Your mine, bitch." Bending his body in half and leading up into the air, landing on his legs perfectly. Blood flies off his arm and splats on various object, the pool of his crimson liquid lays on the ground. The unfortunate person to touch this would receive an unnatural static shock, as one would expect Stone's blood to give. His eyes were focused on the two pulling her away and he dashed off after them closing in on them in no time. He grabbed the one on the left by the hair on the back of his head using his good arm. By kicking him in the back of the knee he drags him down very quickly. Once the Orderly came in the right hight, he turned using his other leg to plant a foot carefully on his neck and slam him to the ground and keep him not breathing for a little bit.

Stone is amazingly fast, and obviously well trained. At the point where he first attacked the one orderly only a few moments have passed and he took a blow from some kind of billy club or whatever it is they carry with them on the already badly wounded arm, forcing the pen to breach the other side of his arm and squirt blood on the laid out man. "Ohaaaaagh!" This noise was hoarse and one could easily mistake it for pain, but there is no doubt that what Stone was feeling was pure un filtered please, every time. When the Orderly went for his second swing Stone was there to catch it in his good arm, smiling his thrusted it into the guys face shattering his nose and upper teeth in a rain of blood as they crumbled under the amazing force and precision he used in every movement. There would be no doubt Stone was far passed worked up at this point.

"Goodnight." In his last smooth continuous move he swipes his legs out from under the Orderly and throws out a devastating punch to the center of his rib cage to knock him to the ground and ultimately knock the wind out of him for a good while. He hit the ground with a thunderous crash. In the course of possibly 5 or 6 seconds he had laid out both of the orderlies with no real effort and not even a scratch (Other than Athalia's handy work). Stone then turned his attention to Athalia with those Grimm eyes and his torturing eyes. The eyes that can fill you with a fear unknown to humans. And she ATTACKED this monster, she tried to end him. She took that step in attempt to end him, in the name of God of all bastards to do it.

Stone bum rushed her, in case she attempted to flee him, when he came upon her he would then grab her by the hair on both sides of her head with a fierce grip. Then came the real surprise, he would force a kiss upon her, not a simple quick kiss, but Stone was actually going to attempt a full fledged French kiss out of the woman who just attempted to take his life so maliciously. Of course, this is how it has always been. Stone as very strange sexual desires, VERY strange.

~Here we go again...~

Right then, several very disgruntled Orderlies came running into the room to assess the situation.

[Dr. Berlin]

She had caught herself in questioning Bianca. Honestly, she wasn’t sure how she knew some of the things she did about the patients. It was something she chose not to concern herself with. She had a wall full of degrees that would support the claim of, “I’m just that good…” Indeed, some of it was intuition, examination, and evaluation. When she finally turned to face the girl, she noted the attire. Always the same-- low drawn hood, blue sweatshirt. It was a shell that she would use to crawl into when she was trying to disappear. The thought brought a slight twitch of a smile to the right corner of her lip as she recalled a girl who was held in one of their more secure wings--indeed, it was a wing that few people ever left. Once they had drugged her and managed to capture her, she was fed a steady diet of sedatives and ant psychotics to retard her ability to become invisible. The problem was, before she expired during one of the experiments, they hadn’t solved the issue of curing her…


~The meds are working… I think.. I mean.. I cant really move things that well at all anymore.. its like its dying somehow. When I do manage to do something… which ain’t that often, mind you.. but.. when I do… the pain.. its getting worse. So are the nosebleeds. At first it was a couple of drops.. now it gushes..~

Dr. Berlin slid the chewed pencil on the desk and picked up the felt pen, opening Bianca’s file and resting the notepad atop it against the edge of her desk. She scribbled and nodded as she listened to Bianca, her honey brown eyes finally locking to meet Bianca’s. She tapped the top of the notepad as she lied to her about the medication. Prior to this meeting it had occurred to her that the patients were either hiding or destroying their medications, and then only lying to appease the medical staff. While part of her felt compassion for these people, the more astute, voracious academic in her was infuriated. They were ruining her research! And so there were a handful of patients she began her own private experiment with. Placebos. The medication they were given each day amounted to no more than sugar and glycerin. Sugar pills. Candy. No medicinal value whatsoever. And the falsification of her condition was just verified by Bianca herself. For what seemed the first time in the discussion, Bianca was honest with her. She described the pain getting worse, the nosebleeds. It made sense. After all, she was no longer taking the medicine that kept her bleeding under control.

~It scares me..~

Dr. Berlin continued to look into the girl’s eyes, trying to show what compassion she could, though she found anyone lying to her hard to be compassionate about. “Don’t worry Bianca, I’ll adjust the dosage for you, and we’ll see how that goes. I promosed you that I’d find a cure for you, and I appreciate your…..” But she stopped her words and sighed as she recognized Bianca’s talents being put to use right there in her office without her permission or request. “Now, Bianca, you’re going to hurt yourself…”

The cup shivered and shook, trembling as Bianca used her mind to manipulate it. It rose in the air and hovered there before she quickly sat it back on the desk. The nose bleed didn’t escape her notice, nor did the flinch of pain. As Bianca wiped her nose on her sleeve, Dr. Berlin pushed a box of tissues in her direction. The girl pulled herself back into her sweatshirt of a shell and sat back. So did Dr. Berlin. She looked at Bianca for a long moment as she retreated into her safe-zone, and folded her hands together in front of her face, her two index fingers extended and tapping her lips. ~I need to repair my lipstick once this meeting is over~ she thought, frustrated with the situation. The girl would have to be coaxed, be guided into the experiment program, but if anyone could be cured, Dr. Berlin believed it would be her. Just then the phone rang with the emergency line flashing.

She closed her eyes briefly before sitting forward and picking up the handset. “His time is up in there, why is he being taken back….” A long pause. Dr. Berlin’s face flushed with anger, her throat reflecting that irritation. “He did WHAT? No, yes… put him in, and this time keep the hall cameras on outside of the room. I want a copy of that tape in my hands by the end of the day. No, don’t do anything with his medication, not yet. I need to see him first.” And she hung up. There was a second’s pause before she reached for the chewed pencil and rolled it in her fingers, her attention firmly on Bianca.

“I’m going to be forthcoming with you Bianca. We’re making progress. I’m going to adjust your medicine starting tonight, so expect some small nausea possibly. At the end of the week I’m going to bring you in for a physical. Avoid practicing your malady, and you won’t get nosebleeds. I hate to say it, but it’s that simple. The migraines will assuage as well. But our goal isn’t to avoid this disease, it’s to cure it. Do you have any questions for me before you return to the common area?”

Whether Bianca knew about the Physical or not, she didn’t know, but it wasn’t, and never would be, a routine check up. It was an examination of Bianca’s physical abilities in a more appropriate setting--with monitors, with video recordings, with special tools that she wanted to put to use. As for her medication, Dr. Berlin had no intention of putting chemicals into this girl. They would switch the orders, switch the label, and every day at medication hand out, she would get a little paper cup with more sugar pills. She wanted to see her without medicine to honestly evaluate Bianca’s malady. Some might find this kind of experimentation distasteful, but Dr. Berlin knew that it would be the only way to get to the truth. She let the pencil fall to the desk and folded her hands on her file. [/i]

[alteredone]

Christoph was late. Very late in fact. He was supposed to have been at work half an hour ago. He popped in and was about to take up his position in the security control center when he saw something. It looked like Bianca and the arrogant bastard Richard Swillpen going to the doctor's office. That son-of-a-gun! he knows that he's supposed to have a backup with him if he's escorting inmates down to the doctor's office. I better go catch up to them. Christoph rounded the corner just as Bianca and Richard were up by the bottom of the stairs. Christoph saw Richard reach for Bianca's butt, and then he saw Bianca swiftly snap Richard's wrist. Well it serves ya right. Christoph ducked behind the corner again, and waited for a few seconds. Then he peeked out to check if the coast was clear. He saw Bianca going up the top to the steps, and then he saw Richard walking to the back of the employee area. Christoph didn't particularly care about Richard, however he did care about Bianca. He went up the stairs quickly and waited outside the doctor's office for her to come out.

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Bianca watched the doctor carefully as she reached forward to take one of the offered tissues. Wiping her nose once more, she examined the white tissue that now had a red flower blooming in its centre. Several more wipes produced more red flowers, each diminishing in size until there was no more.

With her jade eyes focused on the tissue before her and her mind deliberately trying to “zone out” in an attempt to stop the agonising pain that was crashing around her skull, Bianca found herself in somewhat of a trance. She had the vague sense of sugar, something about sugar and pills … but her harried mind had no possible way of grasping the concept before it retreated into the darkness of pain that seemed to consume her entire being.

Scrunching the tissue up into a tight little ball, Bianca looked around for a nearby wastebasket, the movement of her head causing more pain. Wincing, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that her hood was hiding her pain from view. Sitting completely still and with her eyes firmly closed, Bianca sighed deeply as the pain began to subside slightly. She was startled from her quiet and dark haven by the jarring ring of the doctors telephone. Wincing again, Bianca opened her brilliant green eyes and watched the doctor as she spoke. Someone was obviously up to something again; it was the norm for a place such as this. Curious as to who the culprit might be this time, Bianca refrained from asking as the doctor hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

“I’m going to be forthcoming with you Bianca. We’re making progress. I’m going to adjust your medicine starting tonight, so expect some small nausea possibly. At the end of the week I’m going to bring you in for a physical. Avoid practicing your malady, and you won’t get nosebleeds. I hate to say it, but it’s that simple. The migraines will assuage as well. But our goal isn’t to avoid this disease, it’s to cure it. Do you have any questions for me before you return to the common area?”

She arched a slender dark brow in surprise. “Progress” the good doctor had called it. Bianca only managed to stop herself from laughing as she nodded. Rolling her eyes as the doctor spoke of adjusting her meds, she nodded again to show that she was listening as the doctor warned of nausea. Her simple advice of not practicing her skills to avoid the nosebleeds and headaches struck her as so funny, that she had to pull her hood down further over her face, digging her chin into the zipped up chest of her sweatshirt, her mouth hidden from view.

Although the doctor was still talking, asking if she had any questions before she left, Bianca once again got the sense of sugar.. and pills. With her pain somewhat diminished now, Bianca smiled to herself as she realised she was getting a slight flicker from the doctor. A flicker was a term she had penned, for want of a better word to describe what happened when she was able to catch a glimpse into someone’s thoughts. For some reason, people with low IQ’s were much easier to read than people with high ones, and it was because of this that Bianca was surprised she was getting any kind of reading off the doctor. But the truth was undeniable. Although her probe of the doctors’ mind presented the brick wall that she had expected all along, Bianca knew that the sense of sugar and pills had been a direct thought of the doctor. But what did it mean? Was she herself going to be given sugar pills, or was she already? Maybe the thought hadn’t even involved Bianca, but she was fairly sure it did.

Smiling knowingly, Bianca straightened her back and sat up in the chair. Knowing that no one at Parasych Park knew about her telepathy, Bianca was careful not to let on to the doctor what had just happened. To answer her question, she nodded once before standing up.

~No questions…so unless you can click your fingers and make this pain in my head go away, I’ll leave you to your work.~

Not bothering to say thankyou, Bianca turned and made her way towards the door. Pausing to throw the used tissue into a wastebasket, she walked quickly out of the office, almost running into Cristoph who was standing just outside the door. He was practically the only guard that Bianca could stand and she allowed him a smile before she fell into step beside him and made her way back to the rec room. Although she made polite small talk on the trip back down the corridor, Biancas mind was full of thoughts and questions about her visit with the Doctor and what the appearance of sugar pills could possibly mean.

Soon, they were back in the rec room. Muttering her thanks to Cristoph, she looked around the room, noting that nearly everyone was still here. Breakfast was still about fifteen minutes away if the smells coming from the kitchen were anything to go by, so it was the perfect time to open shop. Calling out loudly so that everyone could hear, Bianca yelled “Cha Ching!” It was the code word to announce that business was open.

Bianca prided herself on her ability to get anything that anyone needed within Parasych Park. Whether it was smokes, booze, the occasional joint, magazines, makeup –and any other taboo item, Bianca was able to provide it to the inmates, at a cost of course. Making her way to her throne, Bianca drew her legs up beneath her and settled into the plush dark red cushions, waiting to see if she would have any customers today. *

[THE MONKEY]

Josh barely gave a flinch when Athalia touched his back. He couldn't help liking her. He liked every woman imprisoned with him in this facility, because they were all potential allies, and they were clearly female. He both admired and respected them. That was why he took notice when Athalia pounced on Stone.

The word 'cunt' caught his ear, and like a wild predator catching a whiff of lunch on the breeze, his head lifted and his nostrils flared. As blood splattered around, Josh hardly felt a prickle of static electricity on his shoulder. Two orderlies went to Athalia's rescue before he could say or do anything, and he put his head down again. He wanted to concentrate on the game. The game. Please, just clean up the mess so he can get back to the game.

But, no, Stone had to fight back, had to keep fighting. Josh's left fist clenched tightly on the game table, his forearm laying flat on it. He brought the knuckles of his right fist to his temple, working every ounce of his being to ignore the guard-bashing less than two yards from him. Why must an animal be let loose in this hell?! Ferrets and Monkeys were more civilized than Stone. His own blood was boiling by now, and he kept pushing his fist into his skull harder, trying to shut out the violence. His face was twisted into a grimace of pure pain, and a low growl escaped his lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he dared peek at what was happening. Two orderlies were sprawled on their backs, one bleeding, and the other senseless. Stone's lunge and desperate attempt for affection from Athalia did not go unnoticed. His eyes went multi-hued for a moment, almost becoming a monkey's, but he fought it off within himself.

"That's ENOUGH!" he shouted, standing abruptly and nearly knocking the game table over. His chair clattered to the floor behind him. One of the new orderlies threatened him with a billy club, saying something about taking his seat again, but Josh could hardly hear him above the sound of his heart pumping in his ears. Why weren't they taking care of that...THING? Tranquilizing it would be a blessing. Someone should do something. All the orderlies seemed to be just standing around! Josh was going to lose control soon. He could feel it in his bones. Someone needed to deal with Stone before he did, otherwise there might not be enough left of either of them for the institute to continue it's experiments on the two.

[Athalia Mischavitch]

Athalia held her ground, she took several steps back, but she still remained strong and upright, her brilliant sapphire eyes glinted through the curtains of thick white blonde hair that fell across her face, she continued to speak of the bible, passages about the devil and the original sin. Athalia watched the guard's fall, her eyes darted from each of them then back to Stone, he moved fast as he forced himself upon her.

The Kiss was the last thing Athalia had expected even in Parasych when a lot of the security guards would risk a feel or an 'accidental' peek, She lifted her hand and pushed backwards against Stone shoulders with surprising strength before she let her finger slip into the wound of Stones wound trying to force him off her once again, she aimed one perfectly placed kick to Stones Groin with all her force with was considerable, she heard angry call in her ears and stopped fighting, she took several steps back, covered in Stone blood. She raised her hands in front of her pushing the air invisible, there was a ripple in the air as if it was a wave and a yellow hue around in front of her, hopefully Stone would feel an incredible force pushing him backwards.

"Therefore as sin came into the world through one man and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because all men sinned… You don’t have a Soul Stone… your dead…."

She said softly as she was once again tackeld by three or four guards.

"It's the box for both of you!"

One of the bigger guards said, he turned to Stone and smiled

"And we all know how much you love the Box, think your tough don’t you creep? Havent told your friend how you beg and plead until your let out"

The Guards turned back around and dragged Athalia off who was now crying hysterically,

"Your seeing the doctor before the Box…"

One of the guards said plainley as they dumped Athalia outside the door, she passed Bianca on the way and felt a surge of emotions.

"You don’t have an appointment but I think just this once it'll be ok… psycho"

He added as most of them left leaving only one burley orderly watching over her, Athalia sat on the hard waiting seat, unable to stop the tears flowing down her face, she thought of Tanasha and Josh and felt guilty for wanting above anything else on the world to be away from them and free. What had she become… what was she capable of, she wanted to kill Stone, why? Because she felt some second hand emotions of him, she felt that he was evil, she shook her head as she cotinued to cry, what if she really was some terribley sick girl in a mental hospital, what if the memories of being an angel in heaven were nothing but sick dellusions. Athalia stood, not wanting to wait, she pushed the door open into Doctor Berlins office, maybe she would give her something to stop the pai and the inncessant ramblings that chimed through her mind, Athalia seldome understood her own words that sprouted from her mouth.

((Hope that’s ok Dawn!?))

[Catrux]

Little did Lord Fattington care about the fight that was ensuing, but he couldn't help but grow angry with stone for attacking a female. As it was going on he started to shift his muscles making them much stronger and faster reacting, if the guards couldn't put an end to the damn fight he would.

He was just about to run between the two when Josh, or The Monkey, started shouting. Lord Fattington knew he couldn't let Josh get in the fight for a few reasons, first being Stone would most likely end up dead and second that would mean quite a long period without a chess partner.

Before Lord Fattington made his way to the fight the guards thankfully broke it up, but not before Stone forced himself upon Athalia. Many thoughts ran through his mind after that, the main one being That bastard will learn...

Satisfied that the fight was broken up, Lord Fattington took his seat at the chess board again, letting his muscles shift back to their original forms. In the excitement he had almost forgot to find out if Bianca was able to get the peircing for him. From his seat he called out "Bianca," and merely pointed to his nose (it looked like he was making the gesture for her to quiet, but she would understand.

He waited for both Bianca's and Josh's replies. "It is your turn," Lord Fattington reminded the Monkey politely.

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:The words “self defense!” shattered Tanasha’s mental daze, the voice that shouted them one she knew all too well. Viciously cursing, she sprang off the arm of the couch where she’d spent the morning in an attempt to avoid the pain that came with movement, and rushed to Crash’s aid. Fury not only with herself but with Stone as well rose within her as the monster grabbed the angel and pressed his filthy mouth on hers. In Tanasha’s perfect world he would have burst into flames on the spot and burned to death for ever having touched her. Had it not been for the chair diving into her path as Josh leapt up, Stone and at least two of those useless orderlies would be lying dead or very close to it on the floor at her feet. Instead, her socked foot caught the upturned leg and she pitched forward with no hope of ever regaining her balance. All of the aches and pains pushed to the back of her mind in the flood of rage rushed again to her attention as she propelled towards (perhaps into?) the monkey-man.

Either way she would land in a sore and furious pile on the floor. By the time she’d struggled swearing to her feet, the hysterical Crash had knocked Stone back on her own and was being dragged off to the Box by a small army of the hospital’s staff. Unwilling to let them take her without a fight, Tanasha plowed forcefully through the remaining guards into the hall. One went down instantly as he crashed headfirst into the doorframe and passed out, while the other staggered, caught himself and pursued as she raced after the sound of sobbing. It was as she turned the last corner that she saw her disappear into Dr. Berlin’s office and skid to a halt. It wasn’t the Box after all. Perhaps she would be okay. With nothing left to do for her friend, she turned back to the sole guard following behind her who had also stopped and regarded her somewhat nervously as he realized just how alone he was with Tanasha. One hand shot out suddenly, catching him in the chest and sending him back a step. With a word more growled than spoken, she brushed him aside and stalked back to the rec room for breakfast and maybe another shot at Stone.:~:

Move.

[alteredone]

Christoph saw Athalia being dragged to the doctor's office. It took a while for him to react. He went down to the commons as it was referred to by the pamphlet of this place. A scene of hurricane met by tornado had happened right in that very room. There was an overturned sofa, the game table had stood, but the chairs were both over, and the pieces were all over the floor. There was blood spattered here and there, on the floor, and on the workers that were still dazed on the ground.

He picked up one of the orderlies, "what happened?"

"Damn Stone went psycho!"

"Well this is a mental hospital isn't it? What the hell else do you expect?" Christoph muttered in a low tone. He hauled the orderly to his feet, and then grabbed the other one who was holding on to the recliner. "You all right?"

"Yah, I just got it in the gut, and lost my breath thats all."

"Good, then get going back to the lounge so you don't get beaten to death by an unruly mob." The orderly gave Christoph a grudging look, and went off by himself. "Oh yah! Take your friend by the door with you!" Christoph commanded.

The orderly was very angry, and yelled back, "You don't have all the power in here! You know that right?" The malice seeping through his voice.

"No, No I don't have all the power in here. Your right." Christoph said thoughtfully, "But all that matters is that i have power over you." He said coldly. He put the palm of his hand on his club, and undid the button on his strap. "Now is there anything else you want to challenge me on?"

The orderly trudged off, and put his friend on his shoulder so that they could make their way to the lounge.

"All of you go about your business. Don't try anything funny. There is only one person who can be funny here, and that's me. Got it?" Some of the inmates laughed at this, and Christoph smiled back. He hated being the mean-ass guy that everybody else was. He got the feeling that most of the inmates respected him, and maybe even liked him because he was fair. They seemed to listen to him better too. But Christoph was never certain if that was the case or not.