Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[Bianca Bartlett]

((bare with me folks.. I be a tad rusty.. ))



*As she settled into her throne, Bianca’s jade green eyes looked around in surprise as she tucked her long legs beneath her. The room was in a shambles, due (she suspected) to the actions of Athalia if her escorted visit to the good doctor was anything to go by. Although they were barely visible beneath the peak of her dark hood, Biancas brilliant eyes flickered around the room as they focused on every minute detail.

Cristoph was playing his usual “good cop” role as he tried in vain to restore some sense of peace and order to the rec room. With so many powerful personalities on edge, the room was literally buzzing with electricity and energy. As she shifted in her chair, Bianca jumped slightly as an electric shock zapped her. Shaking her hands out, she then tucked them into her pockets as her eyes locked on the one that called himself Lord Fattington. He called her name a second after she looked at him, and she raised her head slightly so that he could see her eyes. As he pointed to his nose, she smiled faintly and nodded only once.

The smell of breakfast reached her nostrils once more, but this time it was not the tantalising scent of the guards breakfast. Instead, it was the familiar stench that Bianca associated with their daily bowl of gruel that was supposed to pass as “porridge”. Rolling her eyes and offering a slight groan, she hoisted herself back out of her throne and walked slowly over to the tables. As she passed Lord Fattington and The Monkey, Bianca gave their game a curious glance. Although the pieces were scattered all over the floor, Bianca noticed that they weren’t the normal pieces people tended to use for chess.. or any other game for that matter. Although they looked like an assortment of different pieces from various games, Bianca sensed a strange sense of order amongst the chaos. Shooting The Monkey a curious glance, Bianca then focused her attention on Lord Fattington.

~Foods up… don’t forget your spoon..~ she muttered under her breath. She didn’t think the guards could hear her, but she had learnt from experience that everywhere within Parasych Park was bugged.

Walking a bit more quickly now, Bianca offered Cristoph a vague smile as she sauntered around him and made her way over to the dining area of the room with her hands deep in her pockets. With its dull smooth edges, a spoon was the only utensil the inmates were allowed to use to eat and Bianca made her way towards where the spoons were kept as she felt around in her left pocket.

She had only just got the piece of metal jewellery last night and had attached it to the inside of her pocket so that she could hand it to Lord Fattington as soon as she was able. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was watching her, she took a spoon from the large silver canister while slipping the small piece of metal underneath the spoon on top. Then, with her spoon in one hand she picked up a breakfast bowl off the stainless steel counter and made her way to Lunch lady Doris. Grunting her thanks as a pile of grey slop was dumped into her bowl, Bianca shuffled over to one of the long tables and sat down on a seat at the middle of the table. Whether anyone decided to join her for breakfast was beyond her concern right now, as her eyes were fixed firmly on the spoons and would be until Lord Fattington had received his order. Glancing back over towards him and The Monkey, Bianca rolled her eyes once more as she began to stir her spoon through her grey slop. *

[Cinlass]

Jewl was still sitting in his room.He hated mornings they always just seemed to make his problem worse.Even though Greylin and Sestin only surfaced every once in a awhile he could hear their voices loud and clear.He could also tell which was which easily.Sestin was a Scottish man who said he use to be a great warrior.Greylin seemed to think he was a demon or a god among men.But Jewl was just a a smiple man born in Cali.

One of the sweet nurse walked in and looked around the messy room."Jonathen honey.You should really keep your room in nicer order.You know what the boss thinks about this."

Jewl was sitting on the bed with one knee uip to his bare chest and the other leg streched out.He was looking down at the bed.he had a pair of plastic sunglasses on because he hated letting people see his eyes.He thought he let them see to his inner soul and then they would know the secret he held about his family.He looked up at the nurse who was still smiling sweetly."The boss can shove his likes and dislikes up his rich ass.And my name is Jewl."

The nurse gasped.She then put her fists on her waist as though she was upset."You shouldn't be talking like that not when your only 19.And your entrance papers say Jonathen.Now get ready for breakfast."

Jewl moved so he was setting on the edge of the bed."I don't want to go to breakfast.Bring the nasty crap here."

The nurse shook her head."You know I can't do that Jonathen."

Jewl growled under his breathe.He stood up and walked to the nurse.He was face to face with the young women."First,I have told you millions of times my name is Jonathen.Second,Even though no ones likes me and there always ends up being a damned fight I'll go to your damned breakfast.Now lead the way."

The nurse smiled and scowled at the same time.She didn't understand why he didn't like breakfast and why he didn't like his name Jonathen.She slowly lead the way to the breakfast room.Jewl was following behind her slowly.He hated this place but he would rather be here tehn out being able to destroy someone else's family.

When they reached the door the nurse opened it and shoved Jewl in.She gave a slight nod to Cristoph and then left.Jewl leaned against the wall which gave him the first notion that he wasn't wearing a shirt."Damn this stone is cold."He hissed under his breath.

He looked out among the other patients in the room through his dark sunglasses

O.C.C. I hope tha' be ok.

[The Joshness ™]

They carried him away, no questions asked, while that WHORE got to leave by her own free will. There would be no doubt that the camera's saw that entire scene, though he was out of line, he never attempted to kill anyone like she did. He did not say a word when the guards wrestled him to the ground <How easy it would be to rid the world of them.....> and then he heard it. His muscles tightened, his eyes became the size of dinner plates and his jaw clenched shut tight in anger before he bellowed out "NO!!! Im not going back in there!!! You cant MAKE ME!!!!"

Stone scream and resisted, but not once did he attempt to harm the orderlies, he's not that stupid <The bargaining chip, you moron.> It came to him and his expression quickly melted from fear and anger to some kind of knowing grin, the same mangled expression of happiness that overcomes him every time he knows he has succeeded. He looks to the nearest camera knowing they have audio and everyone in the area can hear him still "I will tell you where -it- is!" He shouts, the 'Big Bad' of this place would instantly know "I'll tell you what the cops could never get out of me! You know what it is! ILL TELL!!!!!"

They had gagged him, used some kind of padded cuffs to reduce him to nothing but a grunt, smiling, madman being led around by oversized gorilla people. First they are going to take him to get that would cleaned and sealed. "Then....then its to the Box with you..." One of the guards announced aloud to him smiling bigger than Stone was. This, again, turned Stone into a frightened lamb at the mercy of one hungry wolf. The Box....

<They better have heard that....i really don't think they want to pass it up.>

[Dr. Berlin]

Bianca left her office rather abruptly, but it wasn't anything new for the girl. On some level, Dr. Berlin fet for the girl. But before she could play Florence Nightengale, she had research to conduct. The door closed behind Bianca and she was left for a moment to scribble some notes into the folder. The change in perscription, the demeanour of Bianca when she entered. And, of course, her little display of telekinesis. Truth be told, most of the "diseases" that these people showed she found fascinating. If she could harness the diseases, there was no telling ~what~ she could do.

Just as she finished scribbling, she closed the folder and the door broke open with a crying empath. She tok a deep breath and placed the folder under the pile to her right. A quick glance at her desk calendar told her that Athalia didn't have an appontment, but if she had come bursting in uninvited, there had to be a good reason.

She flicked through the file folders, for the one that she kept all of the girl's information in, and finally looked up to address her. "You're crying Athalia. What's the matter? You don't have an appointment until Thursday..." Again, she shoved the tissues to the end of her desk and she flipped opent he file before her. "Delusions of Grandeur. Empath." were written at the top corner of the file. It was a sight bit more complicated than that, she thought to herself. Rather than grabbing her felt pen, she sat back, folding her hands in front of her chest as she glanced over them to Athalia. She would listen first, judge after. The very action brought a faint twitch of a smile to her lips. Wasn't it the Queen of Hearts who said "Verdict first, evidence later?" Or was it the Red queen? It didn't matter, she already knew what she would do with the girl. She was just waiting for the equipment.

"What's happened, Athalia?"

[Athalia Mischavitch]

Athalia took a seat at the edge of the chair; she lifted her legs to her chest and crossed them in front of her, grabbing hold of her legs she rocked on the spot, her head buried into her knees, the tangle of brilliant white blonde hair hung around her like a frozen waterfall sprouting from her skull. Athalia lifted her head up, tears were still falling down her face, clouding her brilliant blue eyes, she lifted her hands up to her face, the blood was quickly drying. Athalia grabbed clumps of her hair and began to tear at it angrily

"Read him like a book, bad thoughts, terrible thoughts, Lucifers commands…"

She said hysterically as she pulled out clumps of her thick tangled hair, she stopped long enough to stand up and kick the chair with a barefoot; she paced the room, and leaped onto the sofa that sat in the corner.

"I took the spear of Longinus and pierced his sickly side, but he was too fast… My Holy arrow missed and he lives on, twisted, heathen of old, Satan burns in his heart, controlled and empowered!"

Athalia said passionately and she shook her head, all the while she continued to sob hysterically.

"Why won't anyone believe me…? Stone is evil, I'm an angel, and it's my job to stop him… it might be my job... I don’t know"

She said as she slammed a canned fist against the side of her face, Athalia eyed the letter opener near Doctor Berlin, she imagined the sensation of the blade dragging against her flesh.

"I can tell you don’t believe me..."

Athalia said in a sudden burst of clarity,

"Amused and tired, Hubble bubble toil and trouble, through your head heathen thoughts of queens and mirrors and looking glasses, of jabberwockies and White Rabbits!"

Athalia said angrily again, she had stopped sopping for a second.

"I don’t know what I'm saying… why don’t I ever know what I'm saying!"

Athalia screamed loudly, she began to sob again and tear at her own hair.

The fresh memory of driving the pen through Stones forearm turned Athalia's stomach, if she had taken her meds like she was supposed to she knew in her heart of hearts that she would have all but forgotten the terrible satisfying sensation of piercing someone's flesh. She never really got a wave of emotions from Dr Berlin, when she was around her she always knew that her emotions were hers alone. She got snippets from the Doctor, thoughts and old memories of a time past she couldn't remember, but never the wave of pure emotion she got from others.
"I don’t want to go to the box…"

She said with fresh tears in her eyes, Athalia bit her lip hard.

[Cinlass]

Jewl was leaning against the wall.He felt a stabbing feeling in his thoart.He tried to speak but his voice was now gone.He looked around the room but he couldn't let anyone know what was going on.

Greylin looked around the room.He could feel Jewl and Sestin right under the surface.It was his turn to live though.In true Greylin didn't like to talk,instead everything he wanted to say he would write out.He hated Jewl for trying to hide who he was by being shy,but he hated Sestin even more for being the cocky son of a bitch he was.

Greylin started walking towards the breakfast line.Even though he hated the other two he had to feed them or else he would also die of starvation.He touched one of the tables and it started to freeze.He gave a sly smile to the lady at the table.He unlike the otehrs loved his powers.God,the things he could do with them if he wasn't in this hell hold.

Greylin stopped at the chess board and looked at the pieces scattered all around on the floor.He picked up one of the rooks and examined it.He use to play chess when he was a young child back during the depression when there was nothing to do.God even though those times were tough in Britain it was his childhood and he loved it.

~Jewl on the other hand~Greylin thought~He is nothing but a damned cry baby.I tried to be sports with him but it didnt work out so well.He compalins about his life in California and the death of his parents to much.~

Greylin froze the chess peice without even noticing as his thought.

~Sestin though.God,out of the two he is the worse.~Greylin thought agian.~He is always talking about how he is better than the Jewl and I because he is from the bloody Scotland.Just because the bastard is a Scot from the 9th century doesnt mean shit to me.~

Greylin crushed the piece in his hand.He felt it shatter in his hand and a smile came to his face.He nodded at the players even if they werent paying attention and then went on past the others to the line.He was hoping breakfast would be good today.Since they had only been in this place for a week Jewl seemed to be losing his appatite.But damnit Greylin and Sestin still needed food.Greylin took one last look around and grabbed a tray.

[Lord Fattington]

Lord Fattington listend as Bianca told him where to pick up his parcel. He nodded, then watched as she placed it for him to retrieve. He decided it would be best for him to get up and not seem rushed, so as to not arouse suspision. After what he thought was a resonable amount of time, he got up and claimed his parcel. A simple gold ring piercing, later he would pierce his septum, in other words a bull-ring.

He was sure they would let him keep the piercing because it would make it much easier to identify him when he became an animal. This he was counting on, after so long when they got used to the easy sign he would remove it, thus hopefully giving him a better chance to escape. He pocketed the ring and spoon, every morning for the past week he had been putting the spoons in his pocket after he picked them up, and would continue for another week to once again minimalize suspision.

After pocketing his prize and spoon, he turned to see if The Monkey was in the mood for breakfast, he was still at the table when The Schizo came over. Lord Fattington called him Schizo since he could never call the man by the right name, this way was much easier.

He was dolled out his serving of "poridge" and made his way back to the chess table. He passed Bianca and said "Thanks for reminding me, the meds mess with my memory you know." As he said the part about his memory he rubbed his head and walked away to reclaim his seat.

[THE MONKEY]

Josh slowly regained his composure. His eyes were shut and his head bowed over the game table. Then, his hand shot out and took up a LEGO man that had somehow wandered onto the board. Moving it in zigzagging direction across the board, he stopped it mid-way and smiled. There was a clear path between the LEGO man and Lord Fattington's chipped Queen.

"Castle," he stated clearly. The move was entirely out of place, but it was the signal for break time. Josh needed to clear his head, and there was food waiting for them. A castle move was designed to buy a little extra time, anyway, so it seemed fitting. Besides, he knew Fattington wanted whatever trinket Bianca had smuggled in for him.

With a steady push of his chair, he stood and popped his neck loudly. He had not noticed anyone else in the room until that time, and Jewl -- as the boy liked to be known -- was already wandering past. Josh noticed the droplets of water on the floor, and wondered where they came from.

At the breakfast window, he stood behind the youth, but shared nothing more than the previous occupant's personal space in line space without so much as a nod or greeting. When Tanasha reentered the rec. room, though, he did respond to her if he caught her eye with a courteous nod. He respected her, for no apparent reason besides what gossip could tell. Indeed, most of the inmates were quite nice people in his view. They were all rather civilized compared to the felonious offenders of certain correctional facilities he'd visited.

Stone was the only exception as far as he cared. Athalia's psychotic ranting and strange behaviors were not comparable at all. It was the first he'd ever seen her act violently, and he believed it to be partly Stone's fault.

His tray clinked against the hard table in front of Bianca, and he swung his legs over the bench to sit down. His eyes never touched hers, or even rose far enough to glimpse her tray. He just sat silently, eating small spoonfuls of mush, one after another. It was in a rhythm. Finally, the desired reaction occurred, and he began gagging on his food. It was the poorest quality meal he had ever received, a trait he used all too well to his advantage. As a small portion coughed up from his throat and onto his tray, he simply cleaned the mess up with his napkin and continued eating. Part 1 was complete, now to just get her the message.

He took a sip of his water, and nearly choked on it, sending the napkin flying to his mouth. However, the crumpled napkin he set down was not the same as the napkin he picked up. Moist, and heavy, though, it would pass a visual inspection as having something wet and gooey inside.

His eyes snapped up to meet Bianca's. His arms stretched out across the table, and he seemed to be seeking her sympathy. "This gruel is disgusting," he commented quietly. He spread his right hand flat against the table, his thumb slightly tucked under it on the side. He didn't glance at it; he simply pushed his gaze into her mind. The hidden note would reveal the rest. He did not suspect she could already figure out what he was thinking. The thought was as clear as crystal in his mind. Had he known she had the ability to see it, he would have forgone the theatrics entirely.

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Stirring her bowl of slop in front of her, Bianca watched with her luminous emerald orbs as Lord Fattington made his way over to the spoons to claim his prize. Her lips twitched into something she hoped resembled a smile as she nodded to acknowledge his thanks as he walked past. She continued to watch as he made his way back to the chess table, only to have his playmate leave the area and make his own way over to the breakfast line.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her line of vision came to rest on Cristoph. He appeared somewhat sad this morning, and Bianca was surprised to find herself truly concerned for the guard. Trying to squash down the feelings that began to emerge as she stared at Cristoph’s sad face, Bianca made a mental note to talk to Cristoph later as she was brought back to reality by the sound of a banging tray on the table in front of her.

From beneath her peaked hood, she saw only the tray and hands of the new arrival, but she knew instantly that The Monkey had just sat down at the table. Though she knew his name to be Josh, Bianca found it easier to refer to him as The Monkey. It made it.. less personal somehow. She had codenames for nearly all the inmates here, some they had told her, some she had named herself.

Continuing to stir her slop, Bianca almost gagged herself as The Monkey soon threw up on his tray. Rolling her eyes to the heavens, she muttered ~Get me out of here..~ before she realised that the pile of spew was in fact a cleverly placed rouse. Wrinkling her nose slightly, she finally peered out from under her hood to find him staring straight at her.

She saw the wadded up napkin in his hand even before he moved to place it there. It was almost as though she saw the events unfolding a few seconds before they actually were. It was because of this that she reached out to pat his hand in what she hoped appeared to be a comforting gesture between two friends forced to share the same gruel.

~There there, it could be worse.. it could be slop on toast. Or my personal favourite.. fried slop.~ As she spoke, her hand rested on the top of his for a few seconds, as her fingers poked under his hand to release the wadded up napkin. If he was quick enough to pull his hand away in time, he would be able to leave the napkin on the table for her to pick up. *

[Cinlass]

Greylin felt the burning sensation in his throat as Jewl started to regain the body.The transfer back to himself was always the most painful.Jewl let out a painful scream.He left the tray on a near table as he fell to his knees clinching his throat.His eyes teared up and he screamed louder.The pain stopped aruptly and for a moment felt worse then when the pain was there.

~God I hate that.~Jewl thought.~This MPD is really fucking with my life.~

Jewl looked around.He was seeing if anyone thought he was even more crazy then he thought he was.His normal cute,little blonde bimbo of a nurse walked up."Are you ok Jonathen?"She asked sweetly.He looked up at her with a evil glare."My.Name.Is.Jewl."He said between clenched teeth."And yes I'm fine"

The nurse just giggled slightly.She grabbed Jewl's arm and helped him to hsi feet even though he was resisting.She grabbed his tray and started leading him towards a table where an inmate named Bianca was sitting.She set the tray down and smiled at the two sitting there."This is Jonathen."She patted Jewl on the shoulder with a smile."Now you better eat Jonathen or else we will force feed you in your room again."With that she turned and walked away.

Jewl never looked at the people at the table.He looked down at the tray and stirred the nasty gruel with his spoon.He touched his pointer and thumb to his plate and suddenly the gruel started to boil.He quickly pulled his fingers away.He didn't want to make a scene.He set quietly and stared at the disgusting food they like to give the patients.

[† The Jaxness †]

With an orderly on each arm, Sadie was led into the rec room. Her head turned left and right, looking around at her surroundings curiously while they placed her on a tattered and torn sofa near a small window. Appearing calm and content, she smiled while the orderlies looked her in the eye and gave her the stern lecture about “playing nice” while keeping their faces far away from hers all the while. Tilting her head slightly to the left, letting her unkempt hair slide over her soft complexion, she gave off the impression of being an innocent child who would, as they ordered, play nice.

Watching them walk back to the nurses station, Sadie looked around quizzically, never having been outside of the small room they placed her in upon her arrival a week ago. Seeing a pinball machine, a chess table, and several chairs upturned and scattered about the room, she curled her legs up to her chest on the sofa, resting her head on her knees while her midnight blue eyes continued to scan the place, noticing several spots of blood on the floor.

Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she smelled the a horrid odor of what appeared to be the day’s menu of...slop. Shaking her head to herself, she tried her best to ignore the awful smell and looked on to study several of the other patients. Seeing many of them in a somewhat variety of clothes, she frowned. Looking down at herself, she took in her entirely different ensemble.

From her neck to her toes, she was covered in a thick white material, causing her to be somewhat warm in the sunlit room. Not necessarily covered in a shirt, pants, and shoes, but she wore an adult version of a baby’s onesie. Covering every inch of her skin, with an exception of her neck and face, she wondered why she was the only individual in the room that had to wear something with such concealment. Starting at her feet were what would have been white shoes, if they weren’t attached to the bottom of her ‘pants’. Going upwards, the material stayed thick and heavy, as if trying to protect her skin from some unknown airborne plague, but that couldn’t be so for her face remained exposed. The arms of her ‘shirt’ reached out to her wrists, but didn’t end there. Attached were a pair of white gloves which appeared to be made of a heavier material then that of the suit , because Sadie knew her hands weren’t nearly as bulky as the gloves showed them to be. Continuing upwards still, the suit stopped at a neckline just before her collarbone. Her usually pale skin looked beige compared to the whiteness of the suit’s cloth. And as if it was the distinct spot of an exclamation point, her black hair looked as if the darkness had been drawn out into some dark thread and arose from her scalp.

Now getting a bitter look on her face, she overlooked the rec room. Her eyes, which were darker then the most beautiful of sapphires, gave out cold glares to anyone that met her gaze.

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:Tanasha’s late arrival to “breakfast”- or whatever the hell that stuff in the bowl was called- wasn’t all bad. By the time she sauntered into the rec room, the majority of the other patients willing to risk their lives for a bite to eat were settled in clumps at the cafeteria tables. She noticed the regulars grouped at one and arched an eyebrow in mild surprise as The Monkey spotted her and nodded. Having nearly run him down this morning in a rush to help Crash, it was a wonder he wasn’t looking to start something. Either way, as she nodded in reply, she was silently willing him to bring it. Everyone else here seemed ready to.

A newbie- termed such as Tana had never seen him before and he had that characteristic fresh blood scent of the recently admitted- was the only one ahead of her in line. She hung back, more in the rec room than the cafeteria, and watched him move towards the food. Not only did she not know what his issues were, but she was even more anti-social than she ever bothered to let on. She wasn’t really in the mood to be lured into small talk by a chattery newcomer. Her concerns were confirmed when the young man dropped to the floor screaming. The food here was bad, but he seemed to be taking that fact harder than even she would have suspected. He could just…not eat, or something.

One of the younger, cheerier, bimboesqe nurses rushed to the unnamed screamers aid and he was soon on his feet, acting as though he had not screamed bloody murder from the cafeteria floor, led to a table and seated with his tray. This place was crawling with crazies. She really had to get the out of here. But that would have to come after food, which would come in the form of something resembling toast if she was lucky. Moving along the counter, Tanasha stopped in front of a motherly woman in a plastic hairnet and leaned forward to rest on her elbows. Her name was Eleanor and she was one of the first people Ta had met after her arrival when the woman had been assigned to bring food to her room during the early months of isolation. Mutual trust had been formed when Eleanor had undone the straps that restrained her nearly 24/7 and allowed her to eat the secret treats she brought with her own hands. Aside from Crash, this was the only other person in the world that deserved a genuine smile from Tanasha. Ever. It was more to do with Eleanor than anything else that had kept the firestarter from burning this miserable hell flat in an undrugged rage. Flashing a winning smile that would seem foreign on her lips to anyone else, Tanasha met Eleanor’s warm gaze.:~:

Lookin’ good, Elle. I love what you’ve done with your hairnet. Is it new? How about hooking a girl up with some toast?

:~:Lost in a sea of wrinkles, Eleanor’s blue eyes squinted further as she laughed heartily. She gave the hairnet containing a mane of grey a pat and posed, then winked at Tanasha. Her small pudgy hand then vanished beneath the counter and reappeared a moment later with a paper plate, a piece of toast centered on it, it’s surface glossy with what was supposedly butter.:~: “At my age I ought to have a few fine things, don’t you think? I’m glad you like it. I thought you might be in earlier, I’m afraid it’s cold now, but it’s all yours if you’d like it.”

My hero. Thanks, Elle. It’s perfect.

:~:Tanasha smiled gratefully and gave the worn, soft hand of Eleanor a squeeze, blocking the show of affection from the rest of the patients with her back, then folded the plate in her hand stealthily and headed back to the rec room to eat. Crowds weren’t her thing. Only then did she notice yet another newbie in overgrown pajamas curled on the couch in the corner with an icy glare shifting over the room. Yet another fruitcake with a ‘tude, lovely. Crashing on a larger, more central couch, Tanasha curled her lips into a nasty sneer and eyed Sadie. It was best to establish “Biggest Bitch” right off. She didn’t want the girl starting off on the wrong foot due to confusion. Ignorance was no excuse. As reigning champ and owner of that title for many years now, it usually did not take too long to get her point across.

She took a bite of the toast, which might have been a thick square of cardboard drenched in yellowish grease, and watched the girl calmly. Half sprawled, she glanced back over her shoulder when she felt a presence behind her. It was one of the nurses staring down at her sternly.:~: “No food in here. You need to take that into the cafeteria.”

:~:With a wicked smile, Tanasha took a large, slow bite of the rubbery toast and licked the crumbs from her lips meticulously. She swung her legs over the side to get into more of sitting position. Comfortable again, she fixed a heated glare on the nurse.:~:

Or you’ll what? Put me in the Box with that psycho Stone? While I can assure you we’ll have it out, I can’t promise we won’t take this place down around your head. Leave me and my toast in peace. Go nag someone hacking up their pills or plotting escape or something.

:~:As she lay back and crossed her long legs at the ankles, she nibbled the cold toast and smiled. She failed to mention she was doing both of those as well. The nurse, as she expected, retreated to her desk.:~:

[† The Jaxness †]

*~* Feeling someone’s gaze, she turned to meet the eyes of Tanasha. Seeing the sneer on her face, Sadie merely smiled back, noticing the woman’s establishment as coming off as the “Biggest Bitch”. Not wanting the title, she relished not in being a bitch, but in being a sociopath. Before she came here and wandered around the country, all of the people she met avoided her in their knowing that Sadie had an inability to control impulses and lacked moral sense. This often made Sadie feared and considered a threat to anyone who was left unaware of her abilities. But concluding her sociopath symptoms, she was in no way, shape, or form, stupid.

Not caring to make friends, Sadie’s main focus was getting out of Parasych Park, not caring how she accomplished it. Though being constricted in these clothes didn’t help the matter.

Shifting her position on the couch, Sadie brought up one of her hands, and began to study the stitching in which held the fabric of the thick glove in place. Analyzing the material, she concluded that without a blade, flame, or acid, the glove was to stay put. Sighing in agitation, she began to pull on the fingers of the glove, trying to bend her arms in an effort to pull them from the sleeves. After several minutes, she gave up and went back to boring herself by looking around the room.

Noticing the quietness of the place, she began thinking of ways to stir shit up, make the place a bit more exciting during her short stay. Laying back , she propped her feet up on the arm of the sofa, getting herself comfortable while she contemplated her next action. *~*

[Cinlass]

Jewl looked around for the nurse.He had nothing against the nurse she had taking good care of him during his stay,but that was just it.He didn't care.He didn't like her yet he didnt hate her either.He didn't have a feeling for anyone here.

As soon as she was gone he stood up and flipped the tray.He didn't care who it hit.He kicked the chair as if it was nothing but a soccar ball and he was going for a goal.

"Fuck all of this.You can all go to......"

He fell to the floor again.Wave after dark wave lashed against the shores of his mind.It seemed like his mind welcomed the blackness,like you would welcome a lover into your sweet embrace.But it wasn't that he was welcoming ti it was he had no control over it.The black nothingness seemed to cover his mind like a blanket.He thrashed on the floor.When he started to gain himself back the darkness drew away.Sestin was now in control.

Sestin stood up and looked around at the people who were staring at him.He gave them all a cocky smile and went and set down next to a random girl on a couch wearing a weird white suit.

Sestin looked at her with a cocky grin on his face.He out of the other three was the asshole of the bunch.He was overconfident and didn't care who knew it.He watched her a cocky looking never leaving his face.

[† The Jaxness †]

*~* After watching Jewl thrash about on the floor and then get up and come over to sit on her couch as if nothing had happened, Sadie couldn’t help but laugh at the cocky smile he gave her. Scooting her legs up to keep herself from touching him, she sit in the corner of the sofa, looking him up and down, taking in his appearance. Once more getting a frown on her face, she scorned at how he was dressed and continued to ponder as to why she was dressed so differently.

“Why must I be stuck in this damn suit? Why does everyone else get normal clothes? What did I do to deserve this horrible garment?”

While having absolutely no reason to speak rudely to the stranger, she automatically felt spurts of rage in her head, and her eyes bled to an almost black color.

“Why do you sit next to me, especially with such a cocky smile? If you had any idea to what I could to do if they hadn’t shot me up with so many drugs, you’d cower in the corner instead of holding that smile on your face.”

Clenching her thickly covered hands into fists, she slated her eyes, staring into his eyes and looking into the deep depths of his mind. After several seconds, her eyes bled back to their darkest of blue, and she sat up straight, with a sly grin on her face, knowing full well why he was committed to this hell of a place.

“Multiple personalities, huh? My, my, the doctors must be having a field day with you…” *~*