<em>(OOC: Recruiting/OOC post (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79268.0). If you're interested, check it out there and let us know you're going to jump in!)</em><br/><br/>The morning alarm buzzed through the hallway. Cells - safer for the patients, the doctors believe - clicked open to allow the morning nurses in. Like a choreographed performance, they entered the rooms in sync, platters of pills in hands. The same routine every morning for the past five years.<br/><br/>Opal, her codename rather than the name she's almost forgotten after years locked in the metal-coated room, opened her eyes. The metallic sheen of her irises catch the light before she turned to look at her nurse. The woman said nothing to her - and hasn't for five years - but placed the pills and the paper cup of water on her nightstand. After a moment of examining the vitals printed from the machine connected to her, the nurse's clacking heels left her room. Then another clank of the lock falling closed.<br/><br/>She swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling how heavy they'd become. Grabbing the cup and pills, she took them one by one - blue, green, red, pink. The water wasn't cold and only made the sweltering room even hotter. She rose, closing the robe closer around herself before moving to the corner of her room. The walls there, thinner than elsewhere, held the air vent.<br/><br/>As she knelt, she steadied herself with a hand and whispered through, "Are you awake?"<br/><em><br/>(OOC: ETA: the link to the Recruitment thread)</em>