<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2qk6x68.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Noel Renard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters (Her Room)/Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rin, Ezekial, Misha, Sleyn, Millicent - Serenity mentioned as 'yelling woman'<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>- Why to people have to be so vicious?<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Miss Renard, we regret to inform you that your family will not be visiting for the Holidays. They have important events they need to attend with your father heading towards his Senate position."</em>The Assistant said to the young woman. The assistant, Debbie was her name? Was it? Noel didn't know anymore. Debbie she would be. There was so many assistants and none of them ever attempted to even get close to her anyway.<br/><br/>"Of course, please send them my love." Noel said as her lips spread in a bright smile, inside she was crying, again. She was cast off by her loved ones, and all she could do was sit here. Actually, a lot of Noel's emotions were internalized. But she had learned to smile through the pain. "I wish them well." She said as she got up from the meeting with the representative. She also knew that she'd spend her entire life here, unless she 'faked' being 'better'. There was nothing wrong with her, she was just not a good Christian Daughter to her father, nor was she incapable of giving up her belief in magical things. He did not like this, nor did he not like that she refused to bow to his whims and demands the way her mother did. She was not some flimsy woman, though she was almost always appearing happy and rather exuberant.<br/><br/>Because she was, she really was. Life was for the alive, why focus on the negatives? Yes, she'd spent her entire life in this place. Even if she got out she'd still be a ward of her parents, they had her marked - legally - as incapable of making decisions for herself. She was marked as 'disabled' - because apparently, she was socially incapable of adapting. But what money did she have to fight her family? What allies? She had The Institute, and the children that she helped. Some would be life long tenants, like her, some would come and go when they were better. But always she would remember the children.<br/><br/>Now that her monthly meeting - was the holidays so close? (At least in her 'world' they were) - with her parents representative. She should have figured, her parents rarely came for the Holidays, and even more rarely for her birthday.<br/><br/>She scuffed the ground with her sneakers, releasing a low sigh. She stuck her hands in her jean pockets, and rocked forward for a moment. Perhaps a nice walk around the gardens of 'The Institute'? Something nice and relaxing. It was chilly out, which was why she was wearing her hoody. She adjusted her zipper as she approached the outside, the black long sleeve skin-tight t-shirt vanished at the rise of the zipper. She shoved her hands into the pocket of her plush, stupidly comfortable, hoody and let her braid dangle over one shoulder.<br/><br/>What was she going to study later? After her nap? Studying was pretty much the only true mental stimulation she had. Other than playing chess with some of the Doctors, or getting to play some board games with the kids. Even still, keeping her mind occupied was hard. She half wondered if people in the old days who were sane upon entering locations like this... went insane due to lack of mental stimulation. There was only so many times you could read '<em>Pride and Prejudice</em>' or '<em>Gone with the Wind</em>', before you wanted to eat the books out of boredom.<br/><br/><br/>At least her father was giving enough to provide for her extended Education. She was working on classes, but had access to taking as much or as little as she desired. Because she always had nothing but time, she could take even more classes than the usual person. Which probably made her seem completely bonkers to the people who looked at her registration information when she applied for classes.<br/><br/>Her steps faltered as she looked up at the blue expanse above her. It wasn't chilly enough for her breath to mist, and the only reason she had her Holiday request information was because her parents always made her request months in advance - and then they turned her down usually just before Halloween.<br/><br/>Halloween, now there was a fun holiday - but she could only get to watch as the children were dressed up in costumes and were lead around to the different departments and offices in the 'Institute'. She was too old to participate, and she had not been allowed to dress up for Halloween in the entire time she had been there. She was an<em>adult</em>and they didn't<em>get</em>to dress up. Which seemed ridiculous, what was wrong with having child-like wonder and appreciation for the magical? It was causing no ill health effects, she was as healthy as a closeted twenty year old could be.<br/><br/>Her steps picked up again as she made her way through the tree lines, heading back to the area where they kept the resting areas in the gardens. She dropped herself down on a padded lounge chair and stretched out. Her head hitting the 'pillow' and eyes closing.<br/><br/><strong>Darkness filled her mind, and before long she realized she was waking up</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes opened, flickered, twisted in her skull as there was a slight pounding there. "Damn, new medication after effects..." She said as she swung her legs down - but instead of her feet hitting grass... they hit carpet? What... She looked around, her gaze blurry and a bit confused. She heard yelling - shouting - almost like that one guy that had been with them for a bit, a Soldier who had PTSD from the war. His parents had been richer than most of the board members, and had wanted the best help. She remembered watching in helplessness as she tried to help him like she did the children.<br/><br/>Actually he had reacted pretty well to her, that was until he started hitting on her and the orderlies had to 'move' him.<br/><br/>Her father didn't want the prospect of her being tainted for possible marriage alliances. See, she was just a tool to her family - no matter how much she loved them.<br/><br/>Groggily she rubbed her head, laughing a little as she heard the yelling pitch and drop. She frowned, but then let a smile come to her face. That was until she realized that the room she was in was not her own. Had she been moved? Was this a hallucination from her new medication for her insomnia?<br/><br/>She hummed, bouncing up off of the bed and taking a moment to brush her fingers over her braid. She cracked open her door, peaking her head out to watch the events, quietly mind you. When the angry woman took off - and the others started dragging off an injured... animal eared - tailed - man... She decided the non-angry party was her best bet.<br/><br/>So she came up behind them, the group with the injured... was he a rat man? Or a mouse man? Hmmm she'd be unable to tell unless she - ah... Rat, the tail always was a give away between rats and mice. They had gone down some stairs and she caught up with them, her slight frame standing several steps up as she bit her lip then slowly smiled. "Do you mind if I follow after you? I heard the fighting... I hid in the room. I'd like to know why I'm in a new Institute? I wasn't told they were transferring me..." She said softly. "Someone has to have information, correct? Is there a Facilities manager I can speak to?"