"She can't sit in the room the whole time! It's unhealthy!" An angry doctor ranted and raved. He shouldn't even have a say. He didn't work at this asylum.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Someone</span></span>, more than likely someone not around anymore, had managed to get a letter out. The doctor was sent here to 'check in' on the foul treatment dished out by the staff here. But he found nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing except Brooklyn.<br/><br/>The nurse, an older lady, just frowned at the younger man ranting to her. One of those LGBT supporters. That figures. "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">He</span></span>is a danger to others and thus he is to remain in<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">solitude</span></span>."<br/><br/>The doctor was outraged. "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">She</span></span>cannot even<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">begin</span></span>to undo the damage caused to her if she does not at least socialize!"<br/><br/>The nurse let out a heavy sigh. Had this man even bothered to<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">read</span></span>the patient's file? Clearly not. But the best way to get this outsider out of her asylum was to comply. She called in another nurse. When the girl arrived he whispered to her. "Bring Brooklyn to the rec room."<br/><br/>The girl gasped. "But..."<br/><br/>The older woman just put her hand up. There was no need to go into detail about her getting her ass chewed out by some outsider and she knew that doubling up on the staff in the rec room was a given so no need to state it.<br/><br/>The girl nodded and left. The doctor looked very pleased with himself.<br/><br/>Brooklyn sat in a padded room staring at the wall. There was nothing else to stare at. This room had no windows. Muffled footsteps could be heard outside. Then the undoing of locks as the door creaked open. She looked towards the door.<br/><br/>A team of about seven nurses crowded the doorway. Brooklyn gave a wicked grin. "Care for a show?" She started to pull up the little black teddy she was wearing.<br/><br/>One of the nurses stopped her. "We didn't come to see the freakshow. We've come to take you to the rec room." One of the other nurses piped in, whispering to another. "Shouldn't we... get him dressed?" The other answered. "Why bother? She'll just fight it." The nurses looked her up and down. Like it or not, she'd have to go as is. They sure as hell wasn't going to start a commotion by fighting with her.<br/><br/>The sound of heels clicked on the hard floor as the gang of nurses led her toward the rec room. She entered and looked around. She was usually only allowed here when no one else was here, so to see others around was a bit of a surprise.<br/><br/>She could feel the eyes of the nurses upon her as she walked over and leaned up against a table next to where a rather lonely looking girl with purple hair stood. This was certainly a new turn of events. She might be able to have some fun with this. Though she was sure the nurses would be in such an uproar if she did. How lovely that would be!